It didn’t exactly match the stockings she was wearing, but no one really seemed to mind.The salesman had asked if she’d rather be helped by a woma..., but Jillian had insisted that he was the man for the job. After getting his opinion on several pairs, she’d felt compelled to go further.“How does it feel?” she’d asked, taking his hand and putting it onto her mostly-bare ass. His fingers never even touched the thin piece of material, but his stammering response had been overwhelmingly. Please do call." I will."Debbie hung up the phone and sobbed softly. She wanted more than anything to see her family on Christmas Eve. It was a tradition that all family gets together at one house, sleep there and everyone wake up on Christmas morning together. It was a wonderful tradition that Debbie felt she couldn't handle."Debbie? Who was that?" Debbie turned around almost startled by Travis' voice."Oh Travis! You scared me," she said wiping her tears."Honey?"She smiled weakly at him. "It. I felt, in turn, aroused, guilty, and curious - and in the end, curiosity won out. I stretched my leg out, enjoying the sheen created on the shapely limb, thinking to myself."Well, Michelle, this is an opportunity for you to experience some fun, so let's just lie back and enjoy it."I got up and inspected the room. It was decorated in a very feminine fashion, with a frilly four-poster bed, a bedside table stacked with fashion magazines, and a make-up table, which, upon inspection, contained a. All they could do was gape at the slowly dissipating cloud of dust, dirt and soot settling around the area where the Town Hall had once stood. Neither man could believe the destruction could be so complete.“Teran!” Yren cried, starting to move to the north. Ardt grabbed him, stopping him.“Tergin’s there; she’s probably with him,” the blacksmith reasoned hopefully. Hope was all he had.“I’ve got to go see,” Yren snarled urgently, trying to shake off the older man. “I have to make sure she’s.