Most were much too short for my taste, hitting about mid-thigh. But, mylegs seemed quite adamant about them being the only things I couldwear. Various...tweed, plaids, and wool mini-skirts were the only optionsopen to me. Nothing trashy mind you, all of them had a certain tastefulsexiness to them. The only exemption in skirt length was a black pencilskirt that's hem fell just below my knees. It was the only one I wasallowed to pull on.Footwear offered me no solace. The only things I could try on. Although I was waiting for Susan to say it was stupid and toss it in the trash."That is kinda hot," she said, much to my surprise. She slid a hand up my thigh, brushing my hardon. "Reminds me of when you had that crappy apartment with Mike. We used to fuck in the room next to his...loudly. Knowing he could hear us. Knowing he was probably in there jerking off."Susan kissed me passionately. If I had know that Mike turned her on I would have invited him over a long time ago. She started strocking. Relax, I don’t care how the place looks – or about the tiny kitchen, it is not about the trappings – it is about being ‘with you’… And that is all I ever wanted. I wish you would know how much I am in love with you, and how I do not give a whit about the rest of it. You are something special, and tonight I want to treat you that way. Your favorite meal, some wine, great conversation, watching your beautiful eyes dance and sparkle in the candelight. You know I have an unchecked and. God, I must have been the picture of innocence.“Morning Bailey, she’s a thing of beauty, isn’t she?”I gulped and pushed fig around to my cheeks until I could get out, “She?”“Mother Nature, God’s creation.”I nodded. It was a nice moment, he caught me off guard. I wasn’t doing any teasing, I was just having my quiet time. He wasn’t leering at me at all. Gosh, I’m always focused on that stupid stuff. What is wrong with me?“Yup, yup, yup. And what do you have planned for this fine day, young lady?”.