"Jacob shook his head, a mock sigh issuing forth. "And this, dear sister, is why I am the story teller, and you merely my attentive and delightful aud...ience. Your imagination can be so… vulgar and predictable at times."His comment was rewarded with a disdainful sniff, accompanied by a small frown, which he ignored as he continued both his tale and the stroking of her bared thigh. "As I said, there was a puppet maker who lived by himself upon the edge of town. He’d once been married, but his wife. With the robe on, I flipped the lock of my open door, ensuring it did not shut and stepped outside. I had the key to the door in a pocket of the robe. I started walking down the stairs, taking very soft steps. Walking very gingerly, I descended the stairs. It would normally have taken me just a minute or so to walk down to the first floor. But since I was going slow, looking around, observing and noting the surroundings, it took longer. I was a little more conscious and did not want to get. She had to be an Islander. It figured. Only an out-of-towner would pay $25 to park in the city for a couple of hours.She seemed to have a problem getting the key into the ignition. Did I dare let her drive as zonked out as she was? "Ma'am, maybe you'd better let me take the wheel. I haven't driven in a couple of years, and my license isn't exactly current, but... " She had leaned over and was kissing me sloppily on the mouth. That damn liquor breath again.Ten minutes later we were in the. His eyes wondered around the room. He had a couple of magazines stashed, but he’d almost memorized every curve of the women inside them. He needed something new, something fun. A few more minutes of futile stroking left him with only the thought that got him in the mess. Lip Gloss. --- “Good!” the track coach screamed as the final girl crossed the finish line. The practice had run long, but the team was energized, moral was at an all time high and the coach wanted to feed off of it, and feed it.