We're going to the show and I can't be late. Isn't supper ready yet?"Garrett knew she didn't care any more for his grandfather than did his mother, bu... her callous attitude pissed him off. He turned toward Beatrice and said, "Why don't you just shut up? Grandpa's dead and all you can think about is being late to go out with your friends? You really are a selfish bitch aren't you?''Beatrice turned to fully face Garrett and snarled, "You fucking asshole. What business is it of yours if I go out. The taste of herherbed roast goat was legendary in our house. It was served with the winefrom our own estate. I felt so relaxed that I almost dreaded my return tothe city. A new round of study awaited me, but I was comforted in that itwould be the last. I would then enter my father's business and eventuallyinherit it. I was the only son, although I had five sisters. My fatheroccasionally shook his head, only half in jest, when he talked of thedowries he would pay on their marriages.On the last. It never fails that when things are going smoothly on a nice quiet day, I get a clueless, entitled princess who demands all my attention. She strode in on stiletto heels rocking a mini skirt and halter top. She wasn't bad-looking, but I was waiting on one of my regulars, Dave, at the counter. She looked around and after no one welcomed "her majesty" to the store, cleared her throat and asked, "Can somebody please help me?" Benji, the new kid, came lumbering out from the back to ask me. "Ok, you may take it off of me and put it on sissy." She said, with a snicker. I gently reached up under her dress and carefully pulled her slip down her legs and then held it while she stepped out of it. Once she had I eagerly slipped my feet into the waistband and then pulled it up into place. The lacy hem came to just above mid-thigh. "Oh you look so sexy in my bra, nylons, panties and slip!" She said softly. "So sexy you make me wet. My little sissy makes my pussy wet when.