Gratitude.

"Thank you." Intones a dazed Raquel, dropping her bolt cutters earthward, although thankfully not on Ace, who was on her other side, as she stumbles backward, eyes still locked intently on my crotch, despite the fact that my privates were out of sight.

Zelda is obviously extremely 'happy' to have gotten another look down there, and the bespectacled blonde is neglecting to cover up the same way I am, instead giving me a grateful thumbs-up.

Ming Zhao stares at me for a length of time she'd definitely be embarrassed to admit, mouth agape, but, after a brief respite to wake from the delightful reverie and compose herself, she sprints like a cheetah, —faster than should ever be possible in high-heels— over beside me and picks the blanket off the ground from where it pooled around my feet.

With a deft flourish, she tosses the soft fabric across my back and catches both ends as they arc through the air, then, gripping them firmly, pulls me right up against her, warm bare skin, touching chest-to-chest as we feel each other's breath.

I'm incapable of distracting myself from the heavenly sensation of this gorgeous businesswoman's supple, unclothed bosom pressing into my naked body, "Thank you Ahab- uh, I mean, sorry, Ahab?" She takes another short second to compose herself once more, and after clearing her throat as quietly as she could, says, "You've been through quite the ordeal today, Ahab, so, regardless of how much I like seeing all this skin, let's see about getting you dressed."

She helps tie the blanket securely around my waist, making certain the knot was tighter than last time, letting her gaze settle on my muscular chest before moving up to meet my eyes, staring deep into them, when suddenly, to my profound surprise, and great pleasure, she pulls me down by the shoulders, and steals a kiss; even though it was little more than a peck, she initiated, and planted it right on my lips, the feeling I receive from her bold actions could be described only as unmitigated bliss.

I'm left stunned in ecstasy, swaying side-to-side in a beatific daydream as Ming Zhao inquires to our librarian friend. "Zelda? Do you have anything for either of us to wear?" The businesswoman's eyes widen again once they scan down over the strained crotch of Zelda's cupcake print bikini briefs, and she adds, coughing, "or you, for that matter."

The petite blonde lady emits an ear-splitting shriek, realizing all at once how very long we three could see her boner pitching a tent in her panties. She throws a hand faster than a speeding bullet between her slender thighs, and, blushing profusely, stammers her affirmation, "Y-y-ye- uh, ye-uhhh.. absolutely! I've s-some old clothing ins-inside the library, follow me!" Red-faced, with both arms doing their darndest to cover everything she wanted them to and failing, Zelda, clad only in her glasses, knee-high converse, and cutesy underwear, tears off into the distance, not waiting for a response.

Ming Zhao and I pause momentarily at the odd scene, turn to face Raquel, who, at present was placating Ace with myriad affectionate pets after she spooked the poor dog, and we say in unison, "Thanks again, you're the best!" before running, half-naked after the errant librarian.