Her ass nearly hung out from the skirt. Mainly for it was too small for her. She carried a purse, it hung on her left arm, like royalty she lifted her...left forarm keeping the purse from sliding away. She took out a small mirror and looked at her lips, they were red and plump. "Could I get a light?" a girl near the alley way asked holding out a cigar. She wore a black miniskirt and a Five Fingered Death Punch hoodie. She loved that band. Her nails were black and her face was covered by a. Her eyes bulged and she then asked if she could see it. I said nothing, raised up and pulled my sweats down exposing myself. My flacid dick laying a quarter of the way down my thigh must have amazed her. She grabbed, squeezed and brought her other hand up and lightly stroked it. Again I said nothing, the look in her brown eyes spoke volumes.I stood up, stepped out of my sweats which had now fallen to my feet, grabbed Anna's hand and tugged. She stood with no hesitation, I pulled her by the hand. " Be a good girl and go dry your eyes." I smiled."I'd rather be a bad girl," she smiled jumping to her feet, "it's more fun."Eve left the room to repair the ravages of her tears while I took a deep, calming breath, got up and poured myself another scotch, which I sipped while I waited for Eve to return. I'm glad I had that drink because when Eve did return she had not only repaired her make-up she had changed into a slinky, totally see-though dress under which she was naked; the dress made her. When does he to want to see me?" No idea at the moment. This is just a distant early warning, as it were. I'm speaking to everyone as soon as I can. Just so we can all have our house in order, get all the ducks in a row. You know."Angela does now. "Thanks Roy. Leave it with me," she says."Good. Good. So please, can you make a preliminary sketch, so to speak, of what your final submission will look like? At your earliest?"Yes, Roy. Of course. Just leave it with me."Roy rings off and as she puts.