I have long legs and very shapely and when I wear high-heeled shoes they look very, very sexy. Fortunately my teachers can no longer check our underw...ar. They definitely would not approve the tiny thong I wear. I just love to feel the thin material between my legs as I walk, gently massaging me where I love it massaged. I posed, turning this way and that. In my mind I was posing for a group of dirty old men pretending to be serious photographers. All trying to get into a position to get. "I don'treally want people to see me dressed like this." Why not? You've never looked prettier. Oh, I know - you feel funnybecause you have boy hair and a girly dress. I'll make you a hairappointment right now so we can change that," she said. Auntie Mametook out her cell phone and dialed a number. "Hi, Lisa? Mame. Great,and you? Wonderful. Listen, remember the summer project I mentioned toyou last week? Yes. Well, she's here. Oh, just lovely, and she hasplenty of hair, but it just needs some. "There were a couple of things that were helpful."Tiffany smirked. "A couple of things?" Sure. Like some of the blocks."Before I knew it, Tiffany's fist was against my chest. She didn't hit hard but it was so sudden that I was shocked."It takes a lot of practice before you get good," she said with a smile."Uh ... yeah." Do you want to walk home together? I have to help clean up first. If you have to go I understand." How can I help?"I helped Tiffany drag the mats back into the storage room. I. We would argue like most husbands and wives do. We both worked but when it was time for dinner or the clothes needed to be washed, I was expected to do it all. The kids did help me but Bob would come home and sit in front of the TV while I did the work. We argued over and over that I wanted him to help me. I wasn’t the maid, cook and everything else he wanted me to be. He always came back with he was the bread winner and worked hard all day and deserved to come home to peace and quiet. I blew.