He had in his hands a long thin pole with a curling, fluffy feather at its end, and he was stroking her feet with the tip of it.She tried to resist it... tantalizing little manipulations, but in the master control of the depraved football coach, the feathered tickling soon began to drive her mad. "Don't move, my dear," he warned. "Just lie there and enjoy what I'm doing to you." He continued the lascivious strokings slowly up her calves, and Alice clenched her teeth tight together, willing her. She had brown hair when we were in elementary school, but now it was blond and it was big. Something else was big about her, too. Betsy Lou had told me she that Becky Sue put Kleenex in her top when we were walking to fifth grade one day. I wondered why anyone would do that, but didn't think much about it. I figured maybe she didn't have pockets. Looking at her now, it was obvious there weren't any Kleenex involved. He top was unbuttoned enough so I could see the bra that wasn't completely. The base was intoxicating and the hum penetrated your very soul. Once you joined the crowd, its energy possessed you like a surging ocean swell. You entered it and you were part of it; a breathing, thinking cell in a powerful, dynamic body.So I found myself immersed in a sea of bouncing hair of every hue; flame red, ebony and chestnut brown. All around me lithe limbs; tanned, dusky or pale, moved rhythmically like the fronds of some exotic sea lily. Hips swayed and eyes met, lingered longingly. "Stunned silence, other than the gulping of drinks enveloped the room."Mr. Anderson." Yes, Mrs. Peaks," responded Jeff."Are you suggesting that the staff take charge of transforming Mr.Michael into a suitable young lady of stature?" asked the estatesHousekeeper."I am, Mrs. Peaks," replied Jeff, "and you will be in charge of thattask. The maids will be the most involved however, everyone else onthe staff will treat our new Michelle exactly as that, the lady of thehouse."A groundskeeper by the.