.I was afraid that I looked too good. The gown that I wore must have costa small fortune on its own, not to mention the jeweled necklace andearrings... The day prepping at the salon surely cost several hundreddollars alone and was probably the least expensive thing about theevening.While we ate, Calvin talked to me. Not as a kidnapper talking to histrapped animal... not as a master talking to his slave... but as a mantalking to his wife. Catching her up to what had been happening in. Odder, she found herself overlooking the new kid again, like she hadbefore the feeling had occurred.Until a month later, when it happened again.This time, she fought through the grief, trying to focus on what wascausing it, and when the feeling started to fade a couple of days later,she realized the feeling was familiar.But the last time she had felt it, it had come from the dead kid, the dayshe kissed it.She remembered the cycle the dead kid had followed, how sometimes itseemed more alive, and. . Parker the whole time that I loosened the material enough to let it fall to my ankles. “Spin around,” he said. I bit my lip as I stepped out of the dull skorts and spun around in a small circle so that he could get a good view of my ass that peeped out of the black lace thong I wore. “Beautiful,” he mumbled as I continued to spin slowly. I finally stopped and began to peel off the tank top that I had on, pulling it over my head and throwing it to the side so that Mr. Parker could gawk at my. I waited a few minutestaking deep breaths before I headed down, grabbing a white short sleevedcardigan and a white purse as I left my room.Emily was shitting on the couch in the living room chatting with myparents as I entered the room. "Oh James, you look wonderful" my fathergushed. "Yeah you look great" Emily agreed. At 5 foot and 3 inches Emilylooked handsome in her dark blue polo shirt and black khaki pants. Shehad black shoes on and a dark grey blazer. Her ginger hair was cut short."We'll.