“Oh help!” she exclaimed, as she looked down and saw the mess we had made of Lynette’s skirt. “There’s blood on it, I need to get that soaki...g or it will never come out.” I helped her to her feet, and as I pulled up my shorts, she wrapped the skirt around her and did up her blouse buttons. As we started back to the car, I could see the large wet patch of hers and my juices dead centre at the back of the dress. We climbed back over the style, walked to the car, where I got out a bottle of water. “Do you want a beer while we wait for the pizza to get here?” he asked politely. “No thanks. Can I have water instead? And before you even joke about me turning down alcohol – I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’d rather not make an arse of myself by being drunk… again.” “No need to get defensive,” he chuckled as he passed her a bottle of water. “So do you want the guided tour?” “Sure why not.” Jesse led her around the small apartment, unlike hers’ it wasn’t split over two floors since it. More

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