Used. Forced to be your wanton slut. I never wanted you to ask me if I wanted to be fucked.”I paused, slowly taking in her harsh words.“You had al... that potential, but deep down, you were too nice, Richard. Just-too-nice.”Suddenly, her words didn’t hurt anymore; the ones that she uttered and those that she left me pondering over all those years ago before we parted.I contemplated her words and rolled them around in my head, ‘too nice, too fucking nice.’“Bye, Melissa,” I shouted as I closed the. There will never be anyone else for me. I have to leave town, start over, or try to," I said."Okay, Uly. I kinda felt that's what you'd say. Here, take this, maybe it will help you," he said. "Oh, and if you ever change your mind; well, we can always use a good rep, and you're one of the best. He handed me an envelope."Thank you, sir," I said. We said our goodbyes, and then I was gone.I decided not to work sales anymore. Sales required a kind of focus that was only possible for someone whose. Then I thought, Oh my God! He is pulling up stockings!" I barely had the composure to say anything but tried anyway. "No, why would I wear stockings?"She stared at me and held her gaze. I knew I wasn't convincing."Do you like stockings, Dave?" she playfully asked.As I struggled with the knowledge I was sprung, Sara leaned back against a bench and teasingly raised her dress slightly so that I could now see well above her knees. She looked down at her own pantyhosed legs and my eyes followed. Her. Boots, being energetic by nature, enjoyed the rhythms of dance though, as Millie moved into the waltz, she had to remind her partner several times to let the "man" lead as they switched roles. Music seemed to well up magically from Millie's mind, and she both sang and hummed tunes they danced to. At one point Boots said "I know one! I know one!" and belted out a bawdy, but lively tune that was easy to whirl to.What neither woman was prepared for (or recognized on a conscious level) was that the.