She wore tan thigh-high hold-up stockings and the lace trimmed elasticised welts dug into the white flesh of her thick thighs. She hesitantly raised h...r skirt higher revealing a pair of red satin full-cut panties with a small bow in the centre of the waistband.Jeanette Hathcock's legs were sleek, long and encased in high-sheen, taupe nylons, which, as the hem of her skirt crept up her thighs, turned out to be control-top pantyhose. The dark reinforced bands of the control-top began halfway up. " So, what am I, your mistress?" Kent brightened."Why not? I've never had a mistress. I've hardly ever had a regular girlfriend. They all just want a piece of my money. You can be my mistress. I'll lavish gifts on you and you can stay at the apartment until you figure out what you want to do." Shay was shaking her head. This was all so much. A mistress to a teen barely an adult. But it sounded more comfortable than blowing a shift supervisor for a raise."I don't know Kent. I might feel like..". I want to return the favor, and completely cure you of ALS. I’m confident I can, but truly sorry, I can’t be as altruistic as you are. I’m ashamed, but I need to ask for something extraordinary from you in return. I have to!”Tears tracks streak Sally’s face and sobs punctuate her words. She stops for breath and to compose herself.Clearing her throat is unsuccessful, and she dashes for the fridge and more water. In leaving, the damp towel slips and drags and falls to the floor. Its nice to see. He now had the polished look of a car salesman. The man in the middle urinal was in his mid-twenties, probably Latino, and he quickly looked over his shoulder to examine me as I entered the restroom. Middle-urinal guy was dressed in the comfort-first manner of many Latinos in Southern California at the time, loose and flowing. I went to the sink and feigned washing my hands as I looked at the two men in the mirror. They HAD to be playing before I walked in. Nobody uses the urinals like that,.