"I'd like your company." Um, well, OK. Sure." Good. You want to get dressed first?" Yeah, I'd better," she grinned. "Wouldn't want to cause a stampede...in front of the Target, or anything." Uh-huh." We went back to the school building. I could see the guy's cum running down her legs. She fetched her clothes and then put them on. I had already gotten dressed."Do you know you have cum down your thighs?" I asked."Yeah. Like I'm not used to that?" she laughed defiantly. "What, jealous it's not. ’ ‘Wonderful. Are you hungry, ma’am? I know it’s late but I could prepare you something.’ ‘No, that won’t be necessary. I’m not hungry,’ Stella said as she opened the closet door scoping it out. ‘What time shall I wake you tomorrow?’ ‘Oh, please don’t. I’d really like to sleep in tomorrow.’ ‘As you wish. Do you need any other assistance this evening?’ ‘No, thank you very much,’ she replied. She really just wanted to be alone. ‘Come along, Victoria,’ Mary said to the young girl. Stella knew she. There were more clothes still left than would ever be worn before they were useless. I had some nice party things from Atlanta that I kept for those few occasions that gave me a chance to dress fancily. Those I washed and treated gently, while the rest were worn and washed until not worth having.Preservation had talked about cloth making but no one had really gotten interested in working on the process. Now, nine years after the Day, there was still too much in the way of clothing available.. My voice deliberately dropped loaded with sexual innuendo, there as no doubting the message I was sending out to these sexually mad men, 'I am young and fucking horny sitting here amongst you all'.Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats, looking at each other furtively, their eyes giving each other the same message, 'God has delivered this beauty amongst us, let's use her'.I saw it, and let my thighs part in a provocative move. I knew what I wore under my outer clothing was the stuff men buy.