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We continued on our way, while I kept pulling my skirt up. Dean suggested we sit at a bench at one point, but I knew for a fact if I sat down, I'd stand up wearing significantly less. So on we walked, slowly circling the entire park. Our conversations ranged from movies we'd seen (Star Wars, Earth Bet edition, he had seen Godfather and I had not) to books we read, to jobs in the city.

His parents were well off real-estate moguls. Comfortable but not obscenely rich. When I told him about what my dad did, he looked sympathetic. "I think I know your dad actually. Know of him." he amended when he saw my confusion. Inwardly I was also terrified he might actually know my dad if only due to an irrational fear that he might know about what we did behind closed doors.

Dean paused and shrugged, "My parents were in talks with a bunch of possible businesses that were looking to move into the docks a few years back, before Lung showed up. Your dad was one of the negotiators during that whole mess; I don't remember all the details, but they said he was a good guy."

I nodded, smiling a little, "Yeah. He can be a bit... blind. But he's a good guy."

Our conversation was interrupted by a yell from the field, "Incoming frisbee!"

We managed to dodge the thrown discus as it zoomed by, and on some kind of instinct, I decided to do a quick run after it. My skirt sagged as I ran, but I ignored it as I pumped my legs and dove forward, catching the frisbee before it hit the ground. The grass was hard scratching against my naked skin, poking me in strange places usually covered by clothing. I ignored the feeling and jumped to my feet waving it in the air.

"I got it!"

And my skirt finally fell around my legs in a pile around my ankles. Dean just covered his face while the guys seemed oblivious as one of them ran up to me and I handed it to him. I kicked my skirt to the side, picked it up, and dropped it in my purse before returning to Dean, now just in my bra and panties. He eyed me and pointed silently back towards the grass.

I followed his finger and saw the ruined remains of my bra in the field; it must have come off when I dove for the frisbee. So no, the only thing I was wearing was my shoes and my panties. One arm held tighter onto my purse while the other covered my breasts. Dean sighed at me and I tried to look indignant, standing there in panties that I admit might have been a little too tight.

"Honestly, at this point I think I should just drop the pretenses." I admitted to him.