Now we were in arm's reach. "I bet those longsleeves are pretty warm," I said as I reached out and delicately tuggedone of her shirt. She nodded slowly, her eyes still fixated on myexposed skin. "It's all right if you get more comfortable. I don'tmind." She nodded again and set her glass, mostly empty, down on thecounter. Her movements were hesitant, and it looked like she might backout. I couldn't have that. So, I lifted my hand and, began nonchalantlycaressing my exposed skin with a glossy fingernail, gliding back andforth over my chest. It was a simple gesture, one I couldn't remembermaking before, but I knew instinctually that the frank sensuality wasincredibly powerful.It certainly worked on Danni. She seemed hypnotized by the movementsand, almost in a trance, lifted her shirt over her head and yanked herarms out of her sleeves. Beneath, she wore a simple blue cami thatbarely contained her enormous tits. There was no bra underneath, and thestiff nipples jutting out. She was wearing a tan raincoat with the collar up and seemed to be headed somewhere with a purpose. What made me confident that it was the same woman was her stride. It was that same confident walk that I had seen last December. I raced after her."Mary! Mary Simpson!" I called.She stopped and turned around, a look of surprise on her face. She saw me clearly now as I slowed and approached her."It's you, isn't it Mary? You are Mary Simpson?" I said as I approached."No ... I mean ... I'm Mary Hubbard. Is that you, Ruel?" she asked, her hand going to her mouth and her eyes as big as saucers."Yeah ... it's me ... Ruel Carter. So ... you really are alive then," I said, wondering how to begin."Alive? Yes ... of course I'm alive. Why would you think I wasn't?" It's a long story. If you don't know what happened to me, then we both have a lot to find out about what happened." I don't understand. I don't know what you are talking about," she said, looking at me carefully."We need to talk ....
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