I won't even look."Her response wasn't quite what I expected, "And leave me out there all by myself. I don't think so! Either someone swims with me or I don't swim at all. I don't know anything about this neighborhood." But I just told you I don't even have a suit to put on." I reminded her.Giggling, Gwen said, "Don't worry, you can borrow mine if you'd like."And then all too vivid mental image of me dressed in her biking appeared suddenly before me. Making it disappear as fast as I could, I said..."No thanks, I think it looks better on you."Impatiently, Gwen asked, "Is that a yes or a no?" Both." I told her causing a look of confusion to appear on her face. I explained, "Yes, I'll go swimming with you; and, no, I'm not going to put on your swim suit." And then, without further ado, she headed for the door with me trailing not far behind.Seconds later we were both at poolside. I took off my shirt and began removing my shorts. But, before I had a chance to get them completely off, she. She uttered adismissive and unintelligible, "Uh." without even stopping what she wasdoing.Dick took himself upstairs.Marilyn liberally sprayed a heady perfume on her neck, in her cleavageand on her wrists. She looked back in the mirror and smoothed her clotheswith the palms of her hands, then slowly teetered out to the kitchen.Crossing the kitchen floor to the refrigerator she heard that familiartap, tapping of her heels on the hard tiled floor. Taking an alreadyopened bottle from the fridge, and reaching for a glass, she pouredherself a large white wine. She drank it through a straw so as not tospoil her lipstick, swilling it around, washing the taste of Dick's cumfrom her mouth.When Debbie and Tracy returned they found Marilyn teetering up and downin the sitting room, trying to master the hobble dress, and at the sametime trying to cope with her recently modified centre of gravity. Shefound herself sashaying, with her palms facing forwards, her arms out atan angle, and her elbows.
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