Black goes well pretty much anywhere…so black clothing is always my first choice. When I was younger and had fewer choices I went through a white p...ase, then a pink phase, a red phase, but I have always felt the most slutty in black. I have worn proper blouses, tube tops, camisoles, sweaters, and dresses. I had a secretary phase too. In fact, I still have a bit of a dirty secretary thing. Most of the time I wear the same black “slutty” outfits. Most of the time I can only go out and play. He got on his knees and signed a huge autograph widely across her lower tummy, below her belly button and above her fur. “How old are you?” he asked as he was signing.Kelly didn’t give it a thought and told the truth, “seventeen.”“Jailbait. Figures. All the sexy fans are too young.”“Maybe you think only the young ones are sexy?” She caught him off guard. “I’m old enough to enjoy anything you’ve got. And I never tell. Promise and cross my heart.”He was still kneeling. He didn’t know what to say?. It was one of those rare moments when someone wasn't 'babysitting' me. It took just a second to wake up enough to answer the phone, but I made it before the call went to voice mail.It was Sherrie asking if I was flying with them or meeting them in Sweden. Instead of answering, I put her off and promised to call later with an answer. Her call got me thinking. I felt good enough to do just about anything I wanted to do, so why not?"Rebecca, Colleen, can we talk for a minute?" They were curled up. I hadn't heard that she had re-married but then I hadn't heard anything about her at all."At first it was just a bit silly, fun even," she smiled weakly again, "dressing up and all, didn't hurt anybody." Dressing up?" I enquired."He used to buy me these outfits to wear," she said."What sort of outfits?" I asked."All sorts really, I'm not sure where he got them from, but they were silly little dresses and such, but they all showed my figure off a bit," she said lamely."Showed your figure off," I.