His name is Reg." It was theMadam of the Golden Palace, and I thanked her and replaced the receiver.I walked over to my dressing table and checked my...hair and makeup. Iwas wearing sheer black nylons attached to a black satin suspender belt,black satin panties pulled on over the suspenders, a black lace bra anda pretty full-length black satin slip with French lace around the bustand hem. My feet were slipped into black pumps with 5 inch heels.Standard 'working girl' attire I suppose you could. I’ve been turned into a horny Vulcan.It was a lightly traveled, winding road that took me away from the Arnovsky’s secluded home – hell, they just don’t want to call it an estate. Just before you clear the hills, there’s an outdated, narrow two-lane bridge that spans a rushing mountain stream far below. As I started across the bridge in the foggy dawn, I noticed the reflective gear of a runner about halfway across, running in the same direction as me.I knew what I had to do. Don’t ask me. A number of cheerleaders and other sophomore girls had gone topless at a football party in front of about 75 kids. Well, I was in no position to do anything about my situation. Lisa was explaining that the remaining guys were supposedly experts at making out and feeling up girls. She announced that in the next elimination game each guy would have 5 minutes to demonstrate their best makeout and feeling up moves, again with no touching below the waist. All the guys who made it through this game. ”My mother cried, “Paul, I’m sorry!”“I’m sure you are. I’m the second child you have run off. You haven’t apologized to the wronged party yet. You have not even acknowledged her existence though she has exerted some pressure or I would already be in my dorm room.” I turned again.My brother and sister ran to us and hugged us both. My sister said, “Paul, please don’t leave us. We love you and we love Melissa.”“I love you, too, Joanie. This has been coming for a while. I’m sorry that you are.