“I’m going to work for the engineering department of the city.”“You’re not exactly helping with the stereotypes of engineers!” She taunted...before she playfully punched my left bicep.My face was flush red almost immediately. I tried to think of something clever to retort.It was almost as if she read my mind.“You look so cute everytime you try to think of something to say.”She downed her glass. Instead of pouring herself another, she put her lips to the bottle and took a swift swig. She looked. .the very lovely Miss Ophelia Ratcatcher-Bucket, who is 19 years old and lives in Swansea although she was born and bred in Scunthorpe - in a test tube, hidden in a box in the Ratcatcher-Bucket family's attic."(lots of enthusiastic applause from the audience...real clapping, wolf whistling, cheering and laughing - not any of that Canned Nonsense that you get for your Telly Licence Payer's money on all those other downmarket TV shows)"Good evening folks, welcome to Who Said What. You both must. Both you and your mother."I felt instant fury as he spoke of my mother. "Shut your mouth. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." Maybe the King wants to fuck his baby girl."My heart sped with fear and disgust and I lowered the handkerchief from my neck as my hands began to tremble with anger. "Stop it, now!" Which one is your father? I know Lucifer would have a field day with -" I punched him in the jaw and held my fist as pain coursed through. "Get out of here before I curse your. **Why would you do? Show off to all your friends**No! I would just enjoy it.**How?*That question wasn’t answered. *Not like you would send one mom. Moot point.**What if I did?**What if you did?*With a sigh, I got up and stripped out of my work clothes. I left my bra and panties on and hesitated before taking them off. Naked, I found my nipples hard and my pussy extremely wet. There was no denying how turned on I was but I had no idea how to handle it. Striking a sexy pose with my body turned to.