Yeah, I know." I mumbled out. Lame, Henry, Really fucking lame. You know that you goddamn did it to her, and you..." ... and?" Julie said her voice ta...ing on a dark cast. "That's it? No, Oh my god, that's wonderful, or I love you or anything?" It's..." What the hell was I going to say. I didn't fuck you, I fucked a ghost in your body? "What do you want me to say?" Don't be mean, Trish" Julie said quietly. Her arm was still around Trish's waist, and her hand had come to stroke gently at the soft. . oh god, Mrs. Mason, I'm sorry ... I didn't mean..."She sat there staring at me as I tried to stammer out some sort of an apology."Yes you did," she said simply sitting back in her chair. "Obviously you knew ... saw me, and came over to peer through the doors at me, while I ... while I touched myself," she said her voice taking on this weird little edge to it. An edge that could easily cut either way, and one in which had me wondering which way it would cut. I could just see her picking up the. None of these silly, but likeable, young ladies had the slightest idea what they would do if the Spirit of the Old Wood DID materialise!Francine was not one of the Coven. Diana had from the first excluded her best friend. Miss Francine was too fond of dominating any gathering, and Diana wanted to be in charge tonight. After all, whose parchment was it anyway? Hers! And, more than that, she didn't want Francine wittering on to the rest of her friends about her newly acquired yen to be a slave.. I had found the dress I sought,a silver lame ankle length sheath, slit up to mid thigh. I put onmy silver gaff, no bulges tonight by God, and silverish panties(better than the white ones), silken glimmer lace top thigh highstockings, no garter belt -- I don?t want snaps to show under thesheath -- a VC bra with halter style straps (it held me better thanthe strapless), forms to augment my growing breasts, and five inchheel silver evening sandals. Of course I spent the afternoon in asalon being.