I got up my nerve and walked on toward them and felt I would just keep walking no matter what they might say and I knew they would say something. It�...�s what boys/men do when a pretty girl walks by. Right? Right! And I was a pretty girl: petite, nice hair, young, trim figure and one of them said: “Hello there. Out for a walk? Come on over and say ‘hello’ What’s the hurry?” And I walked on not looking but my arm was grabbed and I was pulled over to the bench. “Come on. Say ‘hello’ to. She scampers to the window to shut the curtains. As she draws them closed she admires her fingernails. The are sharp, and a lovely shiny black.She smiles imagining running them down a lover’s back as punishment.She opens her closet, looking for something to match the color of her obsidian fingernails. She finally settles on a black shirt and shiny black tights.Holly grins. “Much better.”Theresa looks in the mirror. Holly is right, she looks sexy. The black contrasts with her pale skin. The. . maybe until we teach our own grand children how to Waltz and Quickstep.”“That’s fair, but I am going to tell you right now that I am holding out to be Claire Newman one day,” she said grinning.“I understand that. Why don’t we focus on Cotillion tonight, the school dance on Saturday and keep moving forward as friends and possibly someday real soon, Lovers?” I said that last word, especially quiet.“You better not let either of our mothers hear you say that very loud, Charles,” Claire. My wife tells me to get naked and that I'm supposed to do nothing other than just stand there I the living room, talk very little and converse only when talked to, but keep my answers short. The door bell rings and I'm naked, my wife motions me to go ahead and get to the living room as she answers the door. The First Lady friend is at the door as my wife opens it. She is with her husband and pleading with my wife to let him come in. She says he wants to watch me get fucked up the ass. My wife.