"Ann?" I asked and my own voice sounded strange to me."Jacob is that you? Are you ill?" Ann is Samuel with you?" I questioned her."No, but I can call ...im if it's urgent!" she quickly said as if she wouldbe able to help me with that."No, don't do that please. I'll open the door just please don't scream." What why would I scream?"I opened the door just a small part and looked outside, Ann looked at myface and there first thing she must have seen was my long blond hair sinceshe said."Ohh you're. I was escorted inside stately Wayne Manor where I met the lady of the house, Mrs. Dorothy Dumont. Dressed in designer casual, she had Nouveau Riche written all over her. She's the type who feels classy because she binge-watched PBS once after losing her remote.I assumed she married into money although her sugar daddy was nowhere in sight. The walls were decorated like the Getty Museum with art by Degas, Pollack, Picasso, and Hopper although I doubted she knew who painted what. She seemed more. "I thought I recognized German, but I don't speak it. Do you remember anything of how you came to be here? My last memory is of sitting beside a roadway, at a table, looking at a map." Yes, I have my native French, and good German, and some English. I am Swiss. My name is Lorraine Dubois. I have no memory of how I came to be here." Please forgive me, I should have introduced myself. I'm Steve Miller; please call me Steve; my friends do, and I hope we can become friends." You may call me. I honestly don't know why, but it did. Then I decided to put stockings on.. It was strange putting them on, something like big socks. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I felt sexy. I found a mini skirt in her drawer.. It was seriously the smallest mini skirt I have EVER seen. I watched porn alot and that mini skirt was realy, realy small. I put it on. I felt like a slut, but I still wasn't finished. I found a sexy lingerie-type top, I put on high heels and walked around the apartment. I.