Carefully, and I have to admit, with some curiosity, I started looking through my dresser drawers and closet, wondering just what kind of clothes Meli...sa wore. I sure hoped that it wasn't dresses and skirts, and found much to my relief that she didn't seem to go for that sort of thing. At least not too much.I settled on a pair of white panties and a bra. Not that I liked the idea of using a bra, but with one good look at my new....assets, I decided that I could probably use one. The panties. Mother looked around my room andnoticed some of my panties on the floor. "You're to put your soileddelicates in your clothes hamper, Jamie. You know better than to putdirty panties on the floor."I rose quickly from my vanity and placed the panties appropriately inthe hamper. Mother walked in and opened my closet door. I've beendiligent in putting all my clothing away properly. At least I thoughtso. Mother noticed that one of my longer dresses was placed in front ofa shorter one. She advised me. I brought that can of whoop-ass that I was saving up for you. Maybe we should open it up together on Blake?”Claud rounded on her with wild eyes and gritted teeth, and, seeing her sardonic “Church Lady” smirk, suddenly burst out laughing. Blake and Cynthia gathered their friend into a hug as the big man’s laughter turned to helpless tears.Cindi stage-whispered, “Somebody wanna tell me what’s going on here?”Claud pointed to Blake. In his best “Just the facts, ma’am” voice, Blake began,. The girl was in her mid-twenties and hesitated before accepting his request to dance. Claude assumed it was because he was obviously in his forties and a generation older. The girl's lithe body molded into his and he inhaled her essence. It was absolutely intoxicating. He didn't even know this pretty girl's name and he had fallen in love with her scent already.While they danced he introduced himself and found out that she was the daughter of the host, the honorable Renee Dupassant. Judge.