<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily,</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>On the way and at home</strong></span><br/><strong>Alone</strong><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily put Chrissie in the front, just to have her near, and Sam complaining but securely belted in the back, then drove them home.  A couple of times she opened the car up, giving the kids a thrill and adding whatever she could to the chances of seeing Chrissie again.  Anyway she did like that feeling of balance as the car teetered on the edge, held there by the power and not <em>quite </em>getting into a slide…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“OK bye,” she said as she pulled up, giving them a broad smile, “hope you had fun!”  They duly said their thankyous and Emily said: “Any time, just say,” ending up looking at Chrissie.  She could only hope they’d ask Frank and he in turn would ask her.  She wanted to give Chrissie her number and everything else, but there was just no way it would seem right.  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Well she’d have to check her facebook, and look for  Chrissie’s.  See if she had twitter or anything…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She got in, ate, and had a shower.  Then she took her laptop up to the roof garden and lay down on her sunbed in the dusk.  Her building wasn’t the tallest and she was overlooked, but as the light faded it was quite private, and still warm, even in her thin little robe.  She couldn’t resist putting ‘Chrissie Piekaski” into Google…there she was!  Facebook and Google+…a photo, the same on both; totally innocent but HER.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Ooooh! Emily’s fingers slipped into her robe, onto her clit.  Aaahhh.  She opened her legs, closed the laptop and her eyes, and replayed the time in the wheelhouse: her little hand touching; Chrissie's hand with those delicate little fingers…</span><br/><br/>