."The phone started ringing and she stopped to pick it up, she spokebriefly to her receptionist to confirm an appointment and looked at me ina mischie...ous manner."Go on, I am totally intrigued by your story," I said feeling veryconscious of the tight dress I had on and my new boobs protrudingprominently as I was sitting in what I would call a feminine mode, kneestogether, legs in an angle." I was there one day when a young bourgeois lady came in to try a blackdress she had ordered. The lady was. She is wearing light colored stocking and navy blue high heeled shoes. The slaver has a pistol in a holster attached to her belt. She also has a stun stick hooked onto her belt on the other side. I loved the smell of her perfume. I looked down and saw that I was getting hard. I glanced to the side and noticed the other boys were feeling this way also. The slaver smiled. She is used to seeing boys react this way. Mom and the slaver walked before us together. First in front of us and then behind. No, my property was not there.’ ‘Just exactly what is this ‘property’ you’re searching for?’ ‘Nothing to worry your pretty little head about, my dear.’ ‘Oh, for the love of God,’ she snapped. ‘Why do men always have to treat me like a mindless child? Is it because I’m a female? Is it the blond hair? I don’t know if it occurred to you, whoever-you-are, but I might have seen this ‘thing’ of yours. Maybe I can help you find it and get the hell out of here.’ Like quicksilver, the man’s demeanor. .. special; for both of us."My breath hitched. What did that mean?"Well, if you don't mind I think I'd like a glass of wine." In that case, maybe a small glass for me too, if you don't mind?"They passed beneath my hiding place on the way from the living room to the kitchen. I didn't get a real good look at the guy, but he looked pretty old; forty maybe?I could hear the squeaky hinge of the cupboard door over the refrigerator. That cupboard had always been the liquor cabinet, since it was the.