Bridget turned around and removed a pair of her underwear and said putthem on.Charles stared at her in silence, prompting the girl to reply, "Must Ido...everything for you."Charles frowned before he stripped off his trousers. He dressed in theunderwear before she handed him the black cotton dress she selected.As Charles put it on, he noticed Bridgett start undressing. "What areyou doing?" Charles asked.Bridgett stared at him for a second before she dropped her dress andshowed him her bound. Jayne Marie Copeland had those type of impressive credentials. At only 18, she had easily won a berth into the university becoming the only native of Iowa to do so. And the petite little girl from the Hawkeye State with the short blonde hair had a killer body to boot.With the first semester coming to a close, Jayne secured an early release on a Friday to go home and pack for a week home in Iowa with the folks. As she crossed the vacant campus streets on her way to her dorm room, a mysterious. We were fully into the new routine when Mom and Dad returned.Mom was definitely in complete Corycia McKesson mode at first, and that was a good thing. River got to meet the woman instead of the mythological champion of the Spirits first. Their initial days together were beautifully ordinary and human.One thing those initial days did was introduce my future bride to the wonders of blue jeans and soft sweaters. Mom loved to wear them in the valley, and River soon was similarly garbed. Trunk was. .. well I was gonna say something but I’ve sort of forgot now.” “Ha ha! Mong!” She quipped. It always seemed harsh when she called me that but I’d come to know it as a term of endearment from her. “Ha ha!” I chuckled back uncomfortably. ‘Nevermind. It was stupid anyway’ I thought. Nothing was going to happen. Forget it. The car turned onto her street. My hands visibly trembled and I repeatedly shuffled about as the driver slowed to a halt in the middle of the cul-de-sac and we stared at each.