The girls thought that if she had enough to drink she might actually do it. When Steph finally arrived she was in a foul mood. Phil had been on her ca...e about going out. He wanted her to stay home and look after him. Steph had told him in no uncertain terms that she would do what was right for her, and he would just have to live with it. Her friends plied her with wine and the conversation got back to where it was the previous week. They all thought Steph should get a small tattoo in a place. “I won’t lie Kal, the thought scares me. Giving myself to you the way that Ikuno explained it is a big step, even then, there’s the possibility it won’t work. To answer your question, yes, I do want this. I want what all the rest of the girls have with you so I can stop feeling left out and stop being jealous of them.”“You’re jealous?”Perra looked down and nodded, “They have that connection with you that I don’t. It’s why I haven’t gone to see any of them with you since my birthday. Before I. I knew no one over here, so I decided to strike up a conversation with this guy since we were already talking. ‘How long you been selling?’ ‘A couple of months.’ ‘It shows.’ I said. ‘What do you mean it shows?’ He asked slightly confused. ‘You attempted to sell hashish to me out in the open. There’s parents with kids here.’ I pointed them out to him. ‘They wouldn’t hesitate to call the cops on you.’ ‘So you’re saying I should done it in like… a car or some shit?’ ‘No. A car is too bait. A guy. The other was the slut look. She had tight skirts that came just below her ass cheeks and lacey see through blouses with very open necklines, mesh stockings and spike healed shoes. Of course, with these outfits she did not wear any underwear and wore heavy, dark red lipstick. The way her tits were shaped she sure did not need a bra. They did not sag at all and the nipples pointed straight forward. Like I said, both outfits worked, but she could tell the difference in how the men treated.