1. Be ready at 8:30 PM. 2. Shave your pussy smooth. 3. Wear the following items and only the following items. A short, not tight, miniskirt. Thong pan...ies. A pretty blouse, unbuttoning from the front. A small amount of makeup. High heels.NO Bra! NO Hose!DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, PLAY WITH YOURSELF.Whoo boy, what was going on? Play with myself? That is what got me into this in the first place. Finally! My 30 minutes are up. Looking out the window, "FUCK", his blinds are all closed. He. Yet again, it appeared he ditched me.I went about my business, desperate to drive out the memories of his tongue, the exact shape and texture of his cock, the feeling of him making love to me and the horrendous guilt which continued to simmer in my stomach. Nothing I tried worked and I became dreadfully distracted and irritable. I was haunted day and night, but especially at night.Chloe and I only talked on the phone once. It was a short chat. She complained about work, asked me how I was. Christmas that year was very special. I had more mobility because I had purchased a used car, with help from my parents, and that made shopping much easier. I could now go by myself and not have to wait for my parents' annual trip to the mall, an event that would generally take all day and go well into the night.That year I was able to plan out all of my purchases, plot the path to success on the mall map that I had acquired, and hit the mall running. Start to finish I was done with my entire. "The waiting room was crowded. Ben suggested they wait another day, for Monday, when presumably the wait would be shorter. Sandy had misgivings.She felt Ben's forehead, and though he wasn't hot, he sweated. "You're staying here, mister. Lenore and I'll get you something to read, then we'll be back with lunch."Ben acquiesced, quicker than he might have, to Sandy's way of thinking. He really must be feeling unwell.Lenore picked out four science-fiction or fantasy books. "I don't think he's read.