Insteadyou are using so much of the product that you end up owing me and wantto owe me more. Me, I'm not such a silly girl. No I will have my moneyand...let you try the new drug my supplier just delivered. You saw himleaving. Big wig with some pharmaceutical company, M & R I think hesaid, something like that anyway." She took the money gently, confidentthat it was hers and that I wouldn't try to hang on to it. She wasright, if I wanted my next fix I wasn't going to even try and hold ontothe. Ain't much... not too many changes for you in this thing. But that's what the costume rental people sent. Let's see what you look like, huh?"He negligently leaned a lanky leg against the dressing table and examined his fingernails. There was no screen in the room. A bit hesitantly Maryon went over to the box on the floor, marked 'Daisy Mae', and rested it on the stool. Inside were the few items of costume and she quickly picked out the large polka- dotted, short-sleeved, off-the-shoulder red. Trying on the clothes in the stores was a bit unnerving at first, but seeing glimpses of Olivia in the mirror as I put them on, was awesome. The kowtowing of the sales people desperate for their commissions was an endless source of amusement, but their enthusiasm worked to our mutual benefit. With a plethora of shopping bags we eventually arrived home, late that afternoon.That evening, a fashion show of epic proportions took place in our home and my mother and I just loved it. It wasn’t vanity,. Those lips were so damn sweet. I dreamt of kissing him for a week at times. His hands were pulling up my sundress, caressing my body up. The dress finally separated our lips, forcing my arms above my head as the dress slid over. He left my dress around mid-arms and his lips began searing kisses on my neck and collarbone, causing me to audibly gasp this time. I eased my arms from the dress and pushed it aside, sliding my fingertips down to his tie, undoing that and sending it with the dress onto.