Shewondered how long they might be. To her surprise, they came out a fewminutes later and appeared to carry a six-pack in a bag. Brandy gotdown, pack...of cigarettes in hand and moved toward the pickup... with herbimbo looks and disheveled appearance, she probably looked quite asight. But then in this part of the country maybe they didn't care. Sheapproached the pickup, unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth. A fewminutes later the pickup drove off into a corner of the park. The onlylight was. ..”“Cuddling together. Sleeping together. Wearing pajamas. Nothing more than that.”Michelle wore pajamas to bed every night, except Friday nights when I slept in her room. I’d let Kara know that, and we’d decided it might make things easier for Michelle if we did that as well. At least at first.“Steve?” Michelle asked.I smiled and softly said, “This one you have to answer for yourself.”“It’s about consent,” Kara added. “Nobody can make decisions about things like this for you except you.”“I’ll. She got up and walked to the window, pushing the lace curtains to one side and peering out into the morning light. She gasped when she saw Bertha Moore standing on the front porch. What did she want here? Wasn't she supposed to be at the office?"Yes?" Julie said coldly as she opened the front door."Mrs. Hoover. I've got some news for you about your daughter." Bertha said, barely able to hide a triumphant smile from her face."Come in," Julie said anxiously, wondering just what Bertha wanted with. I searched through the pile and picked out the best shirt she had. It was a shear white t-shirt with the word 'princess' written in pretty pink script across the front. It was just shear enough that you could see through it. I put in on and looked in the mirror. I was amazed at the sight. My body had become that of a slutty little tramp and I liked that a lot. It was exactly what I wanted. I twirled and watched in the mirror as my skirt flew up showing of my thong and garter belt. It all looked.