“What the FUCK! It didn’t bother you?” “No… he was just wearing pantyhose with track shorts and a t-shirt. It wasn’t like he was acting li...ke a girl or raiding my mom’s closet. I have to admit he had some damned good looking legs!” “Oh shit, dude!” “Yeah, he put one of the pair I bought him on right in front of me. I couldn’t believe what I saw. His legs looked fantastic in pantyhose. I’d never actually seen him wearing them.” “Wow, that’s some crazy shit!” laughed the first guy. “When I left. ” I took just long enough to wad up the stadium blanket we had all used as a towel and to throw it over the snow bank. Then I jumped into the car, and in an instant was off and around the building, leaving them to deal with the fall out. It’s only a ten minute drive, but by the time I pull into a spot in the parking garage I am shivering. Worse yet, even after driving with all the windows open, it seems that the aroma of beer and sex still fills the car or clings to me. Or both. I can only hope. Amanda’s online adventures had all happened because of Amy having compromising pictures, having secretly enjoyed the fact that she wasn’t afraid to use them against her either. Even though she had threatened to use them against her in the past, she had still proved that she could be trusted with them. That’s when Amanda’s latest idea sprang to mind, what if Amy had more? If someone already had more than enough to ruin you, why worry about it being easier for them to do it? Amy would definitely. ”“Say hi to Bess. She’s warm for my form.”“Bite me.”Vanessa and I had prosciutto-wrapped melon and only one glass of Prosecco. Each of course.I said, “I read about a woman who serves Prosecco, potato chips, and parmesan to her party guests.”“That’s all? Hmm ... it could work. Salty and sweet. Aged parmesan.” She nodded, thinking about the flavors. “Parmesan Reggiano instead of Pecorino Romano. There’s enough salt in the chips.”I rested on my hand on her thigh as she maneuvered her XKE, British.