"Thanks Mr."Thanks Mr. Freeman." "Call me Hank." She blushed a little, then all of a sudden gave me a very womanly look. "Thanks, Hank." "No problem. Good night." I started to leave, and had gotten to the door when she asked me: "Can I ask you a sort of personal question, Hank?" I turned. She was still sitting at the window seat, but had turned to face the room. The straps on the dress and slipped back, and the neckline hung low on her. I could see the lacy trim of her bra above the scoop, and could see the tops of her breasts rising out of the one-size-too-small cups. |