Dottie's Back Chapter 2

After tossing my purse onto the kitchen counter, I nearly ran across the backyard toward Kim's house. Stopping a few feet short of the fence, I kicked my heels over it, pausing to be sure they landed in Kim's yard. On a previous occasion, one of my heels flew into the yard next to Kim's. This forced me to scramble over fences three times instead of only one. They both landed safely just beyond the fence this time.

Having destroyed countless stockings on the sharp points of the chain link, I could hardly wait until tomorrow when the contractor would arrive to install a gate. I hooked my toes in the fence and, very unladylike, swung my other leg up and over the stupid fence. While momentarily straddling it, my skirt slid up my thighs leaving everything below my waist completely exposed. The warm air on my bare skin feels so inviting, and I briefly considered stripping down to lay out under the sun, but my need to tell Kim all the good news of the day took over and I flipped my other leg into Kim's yard and landed in the grass. Grabbing my shoes, I dashed to her back door and knocked on the glass.

Kim stepped out from the wall separating the kitchen and living room; she wore a white sleeveless blouse with buttons down the front. She must choose her blouses to augment her cleavage; her mammoth boobs always look so perfect. A pair of loose fitting denim shorts and white tennis shoes gave her a casual yet classy appearance. She smiled cheerily and waved me in. Sliding open the door I immediately started rambling on about my doctor's appointment. We sat on her couch and faced one another. As I neared the end of the tale, my legs and arms got jumpy with excitement as I explained that I would have the B-cups implanted the next week. Kim seemed very excited for me but preoccupied at the same time.

Still jittery with excitement, I went on to explain how I was pulled over by a police officer. She became concerned and spit out a question regarding a ticket. Without answering her directly, I explained how I used one of my 'talents' to get out of the citation. Her mysterious preoccupation with something unknown to me returned before I finished the description of my encounter with the policeman.