" No doubt!"The two women were just squirming around for more activity when the tape ended."What?" Kimbra cried. "Fuck that, where's the rest of the t...ape?" Either in Stephen's closet, or more likely on his shelf already turned into some Hollywood piece of shit. God," I ventured, "I'd sure love to see the sequel to that. The encore!" I got up slowly and swayed over to the set, then picked up the remote and aimed it down at the VCR. I didn't bother to rewind, just ejecting and shutting it all. I already knew she was wearing a tiny thong. Now it was revealed that she was wearing a skimpy lacy black bra."Ms. Sweet, it appears that your skirt is shorter than allowed." By this time I was grinning. "Please kneel on my desk so I can measure it." She slowing and did as she was told. I could see it was uncomfortable kneeling on the hard glass surface."Let's measure now." As I got my six-inch ruler out and stood it up at her knee and measured to the bottom of her very short skirt, I. He stood on the Cassiopeia barefoot with his hands casually stuffed in the pockets of black suit pants. The high-cut vest with the silver buttons matched, and under it he wore a blindingly white dress shirt with a band collar, sleeves rolled up. A silver loop pierced his right eyebrow, distracting the eye away from a nose Jeri thought was a little too sharp for his face. His hair, though buzzed short except for the top of his head, was a rich, royal blue.Pulling her chin back indignantly, she. I usually went with the flow and always took the easy way out. Now, don't get the wrong impression as I was not a wimp in any sense of the word, but I wasn't an in-your-face bully, either.I enjoyed the pleasures of many a friendly young lady over the last few years, and I was usually able to sweet talk one of the better ones out of the bar before closing time. That means that I didn't end up with the coyote leftovers. None of them, however, were interesting enough for me to want to establish.