All three spying women, including the unassailable Whimsy, were about to cream their panties—that is, if they were wearing any—just hearing the exchange between Richard, Crawford, and Celeste. With their dear friend poised before the amazing apparatus, they all joined her, shaking in fright.
“Hmmm,” Richard waltzed around the girl. “Close your eyes. You’re better off not knowing when the strikes will land. Crawford, perhaps you’d like to doff her dress?”
With her face pressed to the peek-hole, Grace giggled quietly, “Oooo, my!” She was the only one who hadn’t some clue of what to expect, since she was too chicken to follow through days before. Now, she was trembling in utter delight.
“Here, let me see,” Whimsy pushed her aside.
Crawford had his girlfriend’s backside naked, except for a
