I took a sip of my wine, “It’s been quite a day. I can’t believe we got caught with our pants down like that.”Smiling and not looking terribly...sorry, Emily apologized, “I’m sorry, Sara, it’s all my fault. I did just what you asked me not to do. The last time I got busted like that with my pants down, I was parking with Joey Perkins when I was fifteen.”“It’s not all your fault, Emily. I could have ignored what you were doing and just kept driving. Instead, I kept peeking at you and Brian and got. She laughed a little, and told me to come over, that she had experience with "first timers"I jumped into the car and drove to her place. Rang the door bell, it was an intercom of a building with no doorman, she opened the door for me and told me to go in.When I got to her apartment she was even more beautiful than the pictures. About my height (5'9"), big breasted, she was wearing a tight black and very short dress, showing all her curves. Invited me in and we sat on the living room for a. She sounds not angry, just deliberate as she kicks me out.I look at her, unable to look into her eyes though, and nod. My throat feels so dry, if I tried to talk it would be a croaking sound. I don't move though, not right away, even though I want to run.She gives me a barely there smile at least. "Do you have an ID, sweetie?" She knows I don't. "You can't stay." Okay," I try to say, but nothing comes out and I do turn away then. Feeling embarrassed, as if everyone is staring at me. Wanting to. "The brush and comb combination must have been antique because I hadn't seen one so beautiful and obviously hand made in a long time. I wondered what sort of history it had and where it had come from so long ago. I shamelessly allowed Marcel to buy it for me knowing that my acceptance constituted an obligation on my part and in truth in my guise as Maria Allegra that was a welcome thought indeed.The other girls in the shop looked at me with daggers in their eyes and I knew they would have slit.