She briefly considered the leather corset. Perhaps,she thought, a duplicate of Megan's outfit. Perhaps a leather catsuit. Orthe bullet bra and leather...briefs. No, no, no. None of it felt right.Hmm, she thought, narrowing her eyes. A flash of inspiration hit her. Thegirls needed instruction, but a live subject to practice on would be evenbetter. Betty smirked at herself. What better subject than the personteaching them. She would be the slave to their Mistresses. Just thethought of serving a. It would only be for a couple of weeks, but we'd been virtually inseparable during our spare time during the past few months and we both felt a touch of withdrawal syndrome setting in prematurely."I want you to promise me something, before I go," Carla said that afternoon."What's that?" I want you to keep doing what you did in front of your mom," she said. "Don't stop it. She's opened doors. Take advantage of them." But why?" I asked, "You make me happy." I know, but knowing that you're doing. I knew it was coming and tried to say no before she said it, but all Idid was open my mouth, when mom simply said "yes, she will look smashingin the dress". "I'm not a she mother!" "You will be the time we get tothe wedding." It was futile arguing with my mother. When she got something in hermind it was like she turned into Attila the Hun in a dress. Beth was nohelp at all and after mom left the room I asked her why me. "Because, 1,your family, 2, I don't have anyone else, 3, you really want. His stepdad had to pull over and park, he was laughing so hard.His mom had her hands over her face covering her blush. "Well, I'm laughing but I'm still pissed, Charlie." As the moment passed, she looked at him again, this time with tears in her eyes. "I mean it Baby! You've got to get over this! You have too much to offer the world to spend your life hiding in a closet. People like you and they want to spend time with you. Can't you see that? I can tell at a glance that Tracy just adores.