Anna's pov:

I relax a little when, after my thighs jiggle, William tells me how sexy I look when my thighs jiggle. He then intregues me when he says he has a wild idea for us that he'd really like to make happen.

"What is it?" I ask having all sorts of ideas cross my mind.

William’s POV:

Anna, curiously asks what is it, I smile as I answer: “I’d love if we could go to, either a park or a beautiful landscape and, set a few cameras and have you walk as in a fashion show runway, three laps, the first, walk with your sexy muscles firm and without wobbling, the second, walk relaxed allowing your sexy muscles to wobble naturally and unrestrained, and the third get creative and walk in a way that your sexy thighs and calves wobble strong, the most unrestrained and noticeable wobble you can do.”

Kate's POV

Caitlin gently woke me up on Christmas Eve to tell me the shower was free. I jumped up quickly to get washed and was ready for breakfast in about half an hour.

'Any news from the girls?' My sister asked me as I put my boots on under my jeans.

'Yes they are having a lovely time' I replied. 'How about Robyn and her gang?'

'Marie introduced them to her new boyfriend last night' Caitlin responded. 'They have a game of Mousetrap scheduled for Christmas Day, they are trying to include Beth as well'

'If her parents will let her' I finished.  A tear ran down my left cheek as I tied my hair back. Her parents were being utter light poles about this situation. I finished my hair, wiped my first tear in time for a second to run down my right cheek. After taking care of this one, I followed Caitlin into the kitchen

As I see Camilla go to the couch, I grab the few papers I’ll work on, going to the couch to sit besides Camilla.

As soon as I sit, I place the papers next to me (opposite side from Camilla) and, looking down at her thighs, drop my hand, with just the force of gravity, on her thigh. (Detail. Does Camilla’s  muscles resist the impact without jiggling or do they give in and jiggle with the contact? Does she choose to flex her muscles to try to prevent them from jiggling (with a chance of success or failure) or does she keep them relaxed not caring if they jiggle, maybe even wobble, or resist firmly? Or does she not have time to react (in order to make a decision)?

Jarrod quickly grabs his papers and sits next to me. As soon as he sits I feel his hand drop firmly on my thigh. Still rather tired, and the fact that noone could either see or hear us, I let it jiggle unrestrained in his hand. I then lean over and rest my head on his shoulder, not really caring if he can get his paperwork done or not.