At least I tried to. I couldn't help myself; I had to see what those little tags on the clothes said. My bra warned me to wash in cold water and hand ...ry. My girdle warned me that prolonged squeezing of my abdomen could lead to faintness, intestinal problems and funny marks on my skin. My pantyhose could cause strangled calves if worn too long. Boy was I glad to know that, how could I ever thank our government for looking out for my safety.I began to relax while reading the latest Vain Giant. Aiza was not allowed to stay at a boys apartment, so they decided to work over MSN. They tried to exchange ideas and work together, but it was not very easy when they could only communicate over MSN chat. The big problem was how they were going to present the work oraly together. Tom asked her how they could do it when they were not even in the same room. Then Aiza said something Tom had to read two times to belive it. Aiza said that if it was ok for him, she could sneak out her window and come. As ever, I watched with the same excitement as I had the first time we did this together.I uttered one word, "Bed." Seeing her nod, we stumbled and tottered to our bedroom, neither of us wanting to disconnect or lose the the tension.I organised us so that she was on her back and I could thoroughly arouse her - nibbling the soft part of her neck, moving down to suckle one nipple while teasing the other with my fingers. Kissing further down her body, my head was soon between her legs, my tongue. He has no money to spend on Christmas and yearafter year he wastes money on thatday of frivolity and excess. I want nothing to do with it. It's allhumbug.'It was a cold dark night and the wind whipped at the tails of his coat.He reached the door to his rooms and fiddled with his keys, shiveringwith the effects of the biting wind.As he fumbled with the lock in the gloom of the single hissing gasstreet lamp, he looked up at the knocker and gasped. Instead of thesolid brass knocker, there was the.