The booth you sat in didn’t hide her legs at all, but the muted lighting made it difficult to see under the table. I could barely see her legs, but ... could see enough to see them continually swinging in time with the music. After her fourth glass of bubbly you still hadn’t danced with her. I sunk enough coins in the old-fashioned CD jukebox to play four slow dance songs and waited for the first one before I purposefully walked to your booth. “Good Evening.” “Hello”. You apparently spoke for. "I almost died when she said that, but she finished up saying, "Oh my, waita minute, I'm sorry I almost forgot she can't stay tonight, becauseJillian and I have to be someplace really early tomorrow morning. Maybeanother day oaky." I could tell Lisa wasn't happy about that, but her momsaid, "Oh okay, we will talk about another day on Saturday at the party.Your aunt Lynn said she would help me with the party Saturday. Maybe someof the other girls from the party will want to come to a sleepover.. I didn't know what though, and it was just sort of weirding me out."You got her phone number?" I asked Little Steve, although I couldn't imagine really calling his old girlfriend. Like I needed a reference or something? How ridiculous was that?"Uh, yeah," he said slowly. "Why?" I just wondered," I was getting close to finished with that base black. "You still talk to her?" Sometimes." You tell her about me?" I was sort of teasing him, but kind of serious too."Uh, well, yeah ... a little,". "Excellent," there was a demanding note in his tone as he said, "Nowbe a good girl Pamela and hold your mic close so I can hear the partsclick together when you close the lock trapping you in your new lifeas my chastised trophy girl."Blushing bright red I did as Steven asked and turned the lock whichsnapped the chastity together with a sequence of clicks which I laterfound out was the anti escape mechanism locking into place. Shiveringwith delight as I slid the key from the internal lock hiding.