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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who
my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy the story.

	   -DEJA VU-
	      Part Two
                    by  Ann Douglas

	"Connie, honey, wait!"  Johnny called out as
he leapt off the couch after her.  "I'm sorry, I got a
little carried away!  Please don't go!"
	The words were coming out of his mouth as
fast as he could think of them. He wasn't really
aware of what he was saying. Anything to keep her
from getting dressed and walking out that door.
With his hands on both her shoulders, he began to
lightly stroke her arms and pour on the charm.
	"Why should I stay?" Connie asked him as
she looked into his bright blue eyes.
	Johnny looked deep into her eyes as well. 
He could see the combination of lust and anger
reflected there.  It was like a scale perfectly balanced
on the edge.  His next words could cause her to go
either way.  He had to say the right thing or loose
her forever.  She was that angry. 
	"I'll tell you why..."  He said after taking a
deep breath. "Because next month, the Bluecoats are
going to get an audition with RCA.  And if they sign
us, and I really think that they will.  Then we'll be on
our way.  Then it'll be you and me, right to the top.
1956 is going to be our year."
	"Oh Johnny!"  Connie gushed as she dropped
the pile of clothes and threw her arms around his
neck.  She covered his face with kisses and kept
telling him how much she loved him and how happy
she was going to make him.  How she was going to
stand by him every step of the way and when he won
that first gold record she would be standing right
next to him.
	Returning her kisses and playing with her
breasts, Johnny considered trying again to get her to
try it with her mouth. He wanted it so badly. She
was so excited that she might change her mind. But
he finally decided to take what he was sure of
getting.  If he got that recording contract like he was
sure they would, then there was no way she could
refuse to try it then. If not, then there were sure to
be lots of other girls on the way to being a star.
	"I want you Connie,"  Johnny panted. "I
want to love you, I want to love you right now."
	"Oh yes, Johnny."  Connie babbled on.  "I
want to love you too. I want to be with you forever,
I want to be with you now!"
	
	Johnny eased Connie to the floor, atop the
soft pile of her clothes. She suggested that they
move to the bed to be more comfortable,  but he
said that he didn't want to wait a moment longer. 
Her panties were gone in a flash and he parted her
legs.  Looking down, he got his own first good look
at the small dark triangle he had lusted after for so
long.
	Johnny could feel Connie tense up as he laid
on top of her and positioned his hard cock at the
entrance to her pussy.  He shifted his weight and she
eased up a little. Moving to the bed now seemed a
good idea but he couldn't stop now.  The bed would
be good enough for a second try.
	Connie grunted a small cry as he forced his
cockhead between the lips of her maidenhood.
Despite her previous lubrication, it still hurt as the
membrane began to stretch.
	"Don't you have to wear something?" 
Connie suddenly asked, now immensely aware that
however slightly, he was now inside her. "So we
don't make a baby."
	"Don't worry about that,"  Johnny said
reassuringly. "You can't get pregnant the first time,
didn't anyone ever tell you that?"
	Connie thought about it for a second. True,
her mother hadn't actually sat down with her and
given her "The Talk", but she and her girlfriends had
talked about guys and sex a lot.  She remembered
Tina Marie once saying that she had once heard that
too.  Also that she should make sure she drank a lot
of coca cola the next morning.  Something about it
prevented babies too. After all, Johnny wouldn't tell
her that if it wasn't true.  And even if something did
happen and she somehow did get pregnant, it wasn't
a problem.  Johnny and her were in love.  They'd just
get married.
	"Oh yeh, sure."  She replied as she ran the
name Mrs. Connie Coravelli over and over in her
head.
	Another jolt of pain shot through her as
Johnny push forward a little harder.  This time,
Connie bit down on her lip.  She didn't want Johnny
to think she didn't love him enough to do it.  The
pain eased up as Johnny slid his cock back.  Then
ripped through her like a hot iron as Johnny grabbed
her ass and thrusted forward as hard as he could. 
	Connie yelled at the sudden pain as she felt
her hymen rip.  Tears formed at the edge of her
eyes, born both of pain and happiness.  Despite the
hurt which was already fading, she was now a
woman.
	Freed from the barrier of her virginity,
Johnny began to pump in and out of the young
woman as hard as he could. He put such force into
each thrust that he lifted her ass off the floor each
time.  He could feel his heart racing like a
jackhammer as his breath began to come in shallow
gasps.
	"Oh God, you're so tight!"  He yelled as he
drove in her once again.
	Laying spread open on the floor, unsure
what she should be doing while Johnny pushed in
and out of her, Connie couldn't help but wish he had
yelled out something more in the lines of how much
he loved her.  She also felt that she should be doing
something other than just laying like a piece of meat
for his satisfaction. But no one had ever discussed
that with her.  She had assumed Johnny would guide
her, yet except as an object to satisfy his raging lust,
he now seemed almost oblivious to her presence.
	Eventually, even as she just laid there,
Johnny's persistent thrusts began to feel pretty good. 
It had started as just a nice feeling that had replaced
the initial pain.  Now it resembled a rising tide that
brought waves of delight washing over her body.  It
resembled the feeling she got when she played with
herself, yet at the same time it was different.  Still it
was getting better with each passing minute.
	Suddenly, Johnny stopped and his body
seemed to stiffen.  He uttered a loud groan and
Connie felt a new sensation between her legs,
centered in her new womanhood.  She really didn't
know how to describe it, but she was sure it had
been the result of Johnny's having climaxed.
	A thought that was confirmed was Johnny
slid out of her and rolled onto his back.  He wasn't
even looking at her, just staring up at the ceiling.	
	"That was so great."  He said.
	"That was it?"  Connie asked herself. "That
was the great IT?"
	The young girl, now a woman, felt a great
sense of disappointment.  She couldn't believe it had
been such a letdown.  It hadn't even been as good as
when she masturbated.
	"Maybe it's just because it was the first
time."  She said to herself as she sat up.  "That must
be the reason why.  It couldn't always be like this."
		
	"Oh what a mess."  Connie said as she
looked down and saw Johnny's now limp cock
covered with a mixture of cum and blood.
	"What?"  Johnny said as he too sat up.  "Oh
gross!'' He exclaimed as he saw his blood smeared
cock.
	Grabbing the first thing he saw on the floor,
Johnny began wiping his cock clean.  It over took a
moment for Connie's bright white panties to become
a blood stained rag.
	"Hey!"  Connie cried out. "I need those."  
	But it was too late as Johnny wiped himself
once again with the only clear part.
	"Sorry."  He said sheeplessly.
	"Forget it."  Connie replied, the tinge of
disappointment still in her voice. "I have another pair
in my purse.
	As she grabbed her bag and the pile of
clothes off the floor and headed for the bathroom,
Connie was sure her mother never considered this
situation when she always told her to carry an extra
pair of panties in her purse in case her period came
unexpectedly.
	By the time she had finished cleaning herself
up in the bathroom, Connie had reconciled herself to
her rather uninspiring first time.  True, it had fallen
far short of what she thought it would be, but what
was done was done.  The important thing was that
she and Johnny were going to be together.  And in
just six weeks he was going to have a recording
contract and they would be on their way.
	"Johnny, would you be a dear and get me
my shoes and socks over by the couch."  She called
out from the bathroom.  Her voice had a sort of
instant maturity to it.  
	Johnny handed her the shoes and socks as
she walked back into the living room.  He really
hadn't cleaned up, he just pulled his pants back on.
	"Are we going out tomorrow night?" 
Connie asked as she slipped on her shoes, trying so
hard to act as if loosing her virginity was the most
natural thing in the work.  Something that happened
every day.
	"I don't think so,"  Johnny said rather
evasively. "There's going to be a special about
Rocky Marciano's retirement on tomorrow night. All
the guys were going to go over to Vito's house to
watch it.  His family just got a television."      
	"That's ok,"  Connie said. "We can always go
out later in the week."
	"I think we're going to have to play it by ear
right now."  Johnny said with a forced smile. "I'm
really going to have to spend a lot of time with the
band over the next couple of weeks.  What with the
audition and all coming up.  We want to be at our
best, right?"
	"Sure, right."  Connie replied cautiously.  
	For the first time, Connie now noticed the
quirk in Johnny's voice.  Was something wrong? 
Had he found the experience as disappointing as she
had?  Had there been something wrong with her? 
Was there something she should've been doing to
have made it better? But he had said it was great. 
She was considering asking him right out what was
wrong but couldn't bring herself to do it.  It was silly
she knew. After all, look at what they had just
shared, the most intimate thing a man and woman
could share.  How could asking a simple what's
wrong be so hard?
	In her heart, she knew the answer.  It was
because you were afraid of the answer.     
	
	Before she could steel herself to ask the
question she knew she should, the lights of a car
pulling into the driveway flooded the room.  It was
followed a few moments later by the beep beep of a
car horn.
	"It's my brother picking me up."  Connie
stated.  "I asked him to when you told me your car
would be  in the shop. But he's over an hour early."
	"That's ok."  Johnny said as he pulled his
shirt back on.  He didn't want Connie's big brother
to see him without it when he walked her to the
door.  As athletic as Johnny was, big Jim Esposito
outweighed him by 60lbs and was a star halfback for
State.  He didn't want to think about what that
bruiser would do to a guy who'd just fucked his 16
year old little sister.

	"Hi Jim!" He called out as he and Connie
stepped out the door into the driveway.
	"Hey there, Johnny!"  Came the reply as he
waved. "Looks like I wasted the trip."  He added as
he pointed to the green Ford in the end of the
driveway.
	Johnny's eyes followed Jim's pointed hand
until they came to his car just sitting there.  He had
forgotten that he'd told Connie that his car was
going into the shop.  Nothing was wrong with it, but
he had figured saying there was would make sure
they spent the night at his house rather than going
out.
	"It turned out to be a quick fix."  Johnny
replied. "Looks like I lucked out."
	"Hey, if you want to take Connie home, I
don't mind."  Jim offered.
	"No, its ok, you're here and all."  Johnny
countered.
	Connie looked at him in renewed
disappointment.  If he had driven her home it
would've given them a chance to talk. Now she
couldn't even do that.
	"I'll give you a call as soon as I can, ok?" 
Johnny said to Connie as he leaned forward and
gave her a kiss on the cheek.
	"Ok, sure."  Connie replied, now even more
confused by his platonic action. "And it better be
soon,"  She thought to herself because we definitely
have to talk."
	With that she ran to the car where her
brother was waiting with the door open.  Connie
stared at Johnny while Jim closed the door behind
her and walked over to the driver's side.	
	Watching Jim get into the car and put it in
gear, Johnny thought Connie might have found his
goodnight kiss a little strange.  But there was no
way he was going to let her suddenly throw her arms
around him and give him a lover's kiss.  Not when
that might leave her big brother with exactly the
right impression.
	Looking out the back window as the image
of Johnny standing in the driveway faded in the
distance, one thought repeated over and over in
Connie's mind.  They were definitely going to have
to have a long long talk. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

	"Oh Johnny."  Connie murmured as she
opened her eyes as took in her surroundings in a half
daze.
	She realized that she had fallen asleep in her
chair. The morning light was already filtering in
through the windows. It was already Saturday
morning.
	Wiping the last of the sleep from her eyes,
Connie looked down at the picture in her lap.  It had
been a long time since she had dreamed of that
night. 
	"We never did get to have that talk, did we,
Johnny?"  She said to the image of her long lost
love.
	No, they never did.  

	Four weeks after that fateful night, Connie
was devastated when it was announced that Johnny
had married Susan Marziatto.  She'd seen Sue
hanging around the band at several performances.
They went to the same high school and were only
five months apart in age. Seen the way that flat
chested hussy had looked at Johnny and the other
Bluecoats, like a lost puppy. 
	At the time, she couldn't understand how
Johnny could've done that to her.  How could he
have betrayed her love and married such an
unremarkable girl as Sue.  
	Six months later she had her answer with the
birth of Mario John Coravelli.  Sue had been three
months pregnant when they'd been married.  The
birth of their son also closed the final chapter for
Johnny and the Bluecoats.  
	Johnny Coravelli had made many mistakes in
his 19 years, but none greater than knocking up the
daughter of Jim "The Banker" Marziatto. The local
hood may have been forced to accept Johnny into
his family in order to preserve his daughter's honor,
but having his reluctant son in law continue as some
god forsaken Rock N' Roller was too much for the
old Sicilian.  
	Within two weeks of the wedding, Johnny
was informed that he was now working for the
families legitimate lumber business.  Given the
option of several broken limbs or giving up his
career, Johnny had made the choice that kept all his
body parts intact.  It had been made clear to the
young man that now that little Sue had a wedding
certificate and a last name to go with the baby, a live
husband was no longer an important consideration.
	Johnny's marriage had lasted less than two
months after they buried the old man in early 1960.
By that time, Connie was herself the mother of a
sixteen month old son, having married Vinnie
D'Angelo in 1958.  Like Susan Marziatto, she had
raced the stork to the altar.
	Unlike the Marziatto's, The D'Angelo's had a
happy marriage that lasted 24 years. A life Connie
wouldn't have traded for a room full of gold records. 
	
	The chimes of the wall clock struck eight and
Connie rose from her chair. Time to start the day. 
Leaving her mementos were they lay, she tied the
sash of the bathrobe she had been wearing the night
before and headed for the kitchen. A quick breakfast
of coffee and muffins followed. Her daughter Angela
had once suggested that Connie should think about
hiring a woman, someone to do the cooking and
housecleaning. But Connie had quickly put a stop to
the idea. She was far too independent and set in her
ways.
	After clearing the breakfast dishes, Connie
headed for the master bathroom for a quick shower. 
She was about to turn on the water when she
changed her mind.  Her back hurt a little after
spending the night in that chair.  A bath would feel
better than a shower. She had plenty of time, the guy
from  the agency wasn't due until after lunch.    
	Five minutes later, Connie eased herself into
the oversized sunken tub that had been a birthday
gift from  Vinnie many years ago.  The heat of the
water felt good as it penetrated her body.  The tub
was wide and long enough that she could stretch her
whole body out.
	After a few minutes of just soaking, Connie
began to wash with a large bar of perfumed soap.
The hot water felt good as it splashed across
Connie's breasts. She ran her soapy fingers across
her large mounds, playing with her nipples. As
always, it felt good.  
	Connie slid the bar of soap down between
her legs and began rubbing the wet mound.  Letting
the yellow bar float free, she slipped a finger inside
herself, uttering a soft moan as she did. A second
finger followed, and then a third. Soon she was
furiously pumping them in and out. While the warm
water and her fingers caressed her love canal, her
thumb played against her clit. Four decades of
familiarity with her own body bought her quickly to
the edge of bliss.  
	The 54 year old leaned back against the soft
plastic cushion built against the head of the tub, her
eyes closed, lost in the moment.  Her thoughts again
began drifted back to that warm June night 39 years
before.  Of love lost and desire unfulfilled.    
	It wasn't long before Connie's body began to
trembled as her orgasm was upon her.  Her mouth
formed a silent O as her legs and arms grew weak 
and repeated waves of delight rippled  up and down
her naked form. 
	For long moments she just drifted there, even
after her bodyquake had ceased.  She just listened to
the twin sounds of her heartbeat and the gentle flow
of the water as it bounced off her.  Those first
moments after an orgasm were meant to be relished. 
As Connie  had grown older and come into her
sexual prime, she discovered that her climaxes had
become more and more  intense. Even now, years
later, they still were.
	
	Eventually, the water began to cool and
Connie lifted herself out of the tub.  Dripping water,
she stepped up and out of the marble tub and onto
the carpeted floor.  She retrieved a large batch towel
from the wall bar and began to dry herself. 
	Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth
against her nipples. Connie stopped for a moment
and  took a long look at herself in the bathroom's
full length mirror.
	For a woman of 54, Connie D'Angelo had
little to complain about as far as her body was
concerned.  5'7", she still weighed pretty much the
same as she did after Angela was born.  Oh there
were certainly more wrinkles, but far fewer than she
had seen on other women of her age. Her large
breasts sagged some but that had to be expected. It
wasn't like she expected to be a firm trim teenager
all her life.  In fact, the extra pounds she had gained
over the years gave her a more full figured look that
she actually enjoyed. Her nipples were dark and
attractive against her very white skin, it had been
many years since she had sunbathed topless. Her
stomach was reasonably trim with her weight
distributed pretty evenly around her body.
	In fact, if someone had to guess her age by
just looking, she didn't think she was being too
egotistical by thinking they would say mid to late
forties. 
	In fact, the only thing that the woman really
disliked about the image reflected back to her was
the grayness of the small triangle between her legs. 
Once, many years ago, she had let one of the more
discreet beauticians attempt to color that gray as
well.  Her skin in that area had proved to be much
too sensitive and had produced a small but painful
chemical burn. That had been the end of that idea.
	There had also been a time when she
considered shaving it off completely.  Then that idea
also flew out the window when she saw a 50 year
old at the spa who had done just that.  Connie
decided it was the most ridiculous thing she had ever
seen. A grandmother looking as bare as a pre-teen
girl.  The final compromise had been to just keep it
as closely trimmed as she did now.    
	
	Finishing drying herself off and taking care
of her daily toiletries, Connie walked into the
bedroom, still stark naked.  That was one of the
advantages of living alone, she didn't have to worry
about such things as false modesty.
	The weather report had called for another
warm day, rising up to the mid 80's.  From the warm
breeze coming through the large bay window,
Connie figured they were being conservative in their
prediction.    
	Selecting a light sundress and laying it out on
the bed, Connie reached into her dresser for a clean
bra and panties.  The panties were white and rather
plain, but these days she selected them for comfort
rather than how they looked.  Not that she didn't
have a few special pairs in the bottom draw that she
saved for special occasions.  
	Like the panties, her bra was designed more
for function than form. But surprisingly combined
the best of both.  When she donned the light green
dress and looked in the mirror, she had a very ample
view of the valley between her breasts.
	"Might as well give young Mr. Ross a good
view ."  She laughed. 
	
	A noise from outside the window drew her
to it and she looked down into the backyard. 
Standing there among a pile of patio blocks and sand
was a rather tall and tanned, muscular young man. 
He was stripped to the waist and clad only in a pair
of cut offs and sneakers.  
	From the look of the patio, the boy must've
come earlier while Connie was in the bath had
getting no reply to the bell, gone right to work.  She
had to admire his dedication.  The work looked like
it was almost finished.
	"Well I'd better get down there."  Connie
thought.
	
	She stopped by the kitchen, making a large
ice tea.  If that young man had been working out
there in the hot sun for any amount of time, she was
sure he'd appreciate it.  
	"Good morning!"  She said as she stepped
out the back door onto the patio.
	The dark and curly haired young man reacted
to her voice and turned.  A wide smile filled his face.
Taken aback by his youthful sweat covered form, it
took a second for Connie to realize she knew the
worker.
	"Hi there, Mrs. D'Angelo."  He said, his
smile growing broader.
	"Jack?"  She replied, surprised to see the
face of Jack Marziatto.
	"I hope I didn't wake you with all the noise." 
Jack said.  "Ross got sick and asked me to take his
place. I was glad for the work.  The only thing was
that he forgot to tell me what time he was supposed
to come by."
	Connie didn't hear a word he said. She was
too busy looking him over from head to toe.  It was
almost  like Johnny had come back to life new, and
improved.   
	"So I took a chance and came by about nine. 
When I got no answer, I figured you might be
sleeping in.  So I started work and tried to keep it as
quiet as possible."
	Jack stopped when he realized that Mrs.
D'Angelo was staring at him. He wondered if she
was angry because he had started the work without
talking to her first.
	"Mrs. D'Angelo?"  He asked.
	"Oh, sorry."  Connie replied, snapping out of
her fog. "You were saying?"
	"I said I hope I didn't wake you."
	"Oh no, of course not."  She said, her face
genuinely beaming.  "I admire a young man who
gets right in there and gets the job done.  And from
what I can see, you're just about done already."
	"About another hour or so."  Jack answered. 
"I was just about to take a little breather."
	"Oh, this is your you."  Connie said, finally
remembering the ice tea in her hand. "When I saw
you out here working, I thought you could use it.
Unless you'd like a beer or something?"
	"No, ice tea is fine."  Jack said as he took the
glass. "Thank you."
	Connie watched in fascination as he drained
the tall glass in one continuous gulp. A small drop of
tea splashed across his chin.  She watched enthralled
as it slid down his neck and continued across his
well developed Pecs. 
	"That was good, Mrs. D'Angelo"   The
athlete said as he drained the last drops and handed
back the glass. "Thank you again."
	"It was the least I could do."  Connie replied. 
"Tell you what, since you're probably going to be
here about lunch time, why don't I fix us both a little
something.  That is if you don't mind eating with an
old lady?"
	"That'd be fine."  He replied as he held the
shoved in his hand. "And I'd hardly consider you old.
In fact, when Jenny introduced you last week I was
really surprised that you were her grandmother."
	"Oh really,"  Connie laughed.  "Let me
guess. You thought we were sisters, just like that
old TV commercial."
	"Well, no."  Johnny answered. "Actually I
thought you might've been her mother.  The way the
two of you had been chatting and all. You definitely
don't fit the image what most people think of as a
grandmother."
	"I'll think you're a talented liar,"  She
retorted. "But I'll take that as a compliment just as
well." 
	 Connie grinned, showing that she hadn't
been serious about him being a liar. True be told, she
was very flattered.  She had been only 38 when
Jenny had been born, she could've been her mother. 
In many ways, she had been.
	"Well let me let you get back to work." 
Connie concluded and headed back into the house.
	
	Jack had watched her walk back across the
patio to the kitchen. Thankfully, she hadn't noticed
him checking out her tits.  The college boy had
always had a fascination with large breasts and the
fact that this pair belonged to a woman a great deal
older than him really didn't make a lot of difference.  
	Most of the guys back at the Gamma Tau
Ceti fraternity wouldn't thought there was something
really weird about that. After all, who'd want to look
at some old lady when there were all those 18 and
19 year old coeds bouncing around. There was a
time that Jack would've agreed with them. But that
was before he'd had a short affair with the landlady
of the house he stayed in before he pledged Gamma
Tau. 
	Except for an impressive chest, she wasn't
really a whole lot to look at. Just a rather ordinary
looking, divorced, 41 year old.  Jack couldn't even
remember how it really started.  They were just
talking one night and one thing led to another. At
first, they both were embarrassed to have wound up
in bed with each other.  That soon faded.  She had
taught him things that none of those coeds would
learn for many years.  Stripped of all the stupid mind
games, it'd been the most incredible sex he'd ever
had.  So good in fact, that he was a little reluctant to
move out and into the frat house. But she had
insisted. What they'd had been great, but it was only
a transitory thing.  He had to move on.           
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

	By noon, the temperature had risen to 92.
Connie had replaced the light sundress with a once
piece bathing suit.  After lunch she planned to take a
cold dip in the pool.  
	Carrying a tray of finger sandwiches and cold
drinks, Connie once more walked outside.  Jack was
just packing away the last of his tools.  He was dirty
and sweaty, a condition the older woman found very
erotic.
	"You look like you could use a shower?" 
Connie said as she placed the tray on the wooden
picnic table. Stepping under the shade of the wide
yellow umbrella caused the temperature to drop a
few degrees.
	"I'd hate to track all this mess into your
house."  Jack replied as he stepped up and picked up
one of the small bite sized snacks.
	"Oh you don't have to worry about that." 
Connie answered as she also nibbled at a sandwich. 
"There's an outdoor shower over there by the pool
shed. You can wash up there."
	"That's perfect, Mrs. D'Angelo."  He said as
the last morsel disappeared into his mouth. "If you'll
excuse me, I'll wash this muck off before I get it all
over your clean chairs."
	"Certainly, but if we're going to have lunch
together, I insist you call me Connie. Mrs. D'Angelo
sounds so old."
	"Ok, Connie it is."  Jack smiled. The same
devil may care smile she had seen in her dreams. "I'll
be right back."
	
	Connie tried to not be too obvious as she
stole glances in the direction of the pool shed.  The
small wall around the showerhead only covered the
area just below shoulder level down to your knees. 
She wished she had the nerve to stroll over there for
some reason and take a peek.  Watching Jack toss
his dirty shorts over the wall, Connie felt a warm
flush.
	Five minutes later, Jack stepped out of the
shower, clean and fresh.  As he walked back to the
table, drying his hair with a towel, Connie was
surprised that he now wore a pair of red swimming
trunks.  
	"I hope you don't mind my borrowing these." 
He said indicating the shorts. "They were just
hanging back there.  The fit is a little snug but their a
lot more clean that the pair I came with."
	"Not at all."  Connie replied. "They must've
been left over from the pool party Jenny had before
she left.  If no one's claimed them by now, their
your's. You look good in them."  
	The reason being, Connie thought to herself,
that they were such a snug fit that they very clearly
outlined his hidden assets.

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