“Please take a seat and somebody will be with you shortly, Miss Larimer,” the receptionist (or paralegal) said. Liz looked at the chairs and decid...d to pass on the suggestion. They didn’t resemble the soft, plush furnishings in the LLE office. These were hard plastic, scratched and varying in color. My first thought was that an elementary school had closed and the lawyers had stopped by the Dumpster to pick through their leftovers.We stood for a few minutes. It’s hard to gauge time when nothing. It was the sissy maids dress that Ann drew on me 5 years earlier, butmade of shiny PVC. The puffed sleeves and bust were edged with white laceand the dress started from just below the bust billowing out withmultiple layers of frills. It was short. Very short. But they did notlook like sissies. With blond hair pieces and dark eye shadow with superred lips combined with impossibly high stiletto heels they were classyand sexy. Sassy not sissy. "Oh My God" I mouthed as my jaw dropped.The 2 girls. Everyone laughed. "Even one of the kids in this diary has the same name as me." Jasonshivered more as he laid in the pitch blackness that surrounded his bed.More tiny footsteps were heard walking about out in the hall. The next morning, Jason got out of bed and went to the bathroom. As hereached to fill the sink with water, he noticed the purple polish hadreturned to his fingers. As he looked in the mirror, a beautiful blondehaired girl was staring back in a red sun dress, white hose and. "What do you mean he knows his way around? Are you saying that he and you... ?" she couldn't bring the rest of the question out. Darlene just smiled at her and winked. Cindy turned to me. I couldn't have described then the look I saw there. Now I know it was a look of awe.To Cindy, Steph and Darlene were older, more sophisticated women -- not girls. The fact that Darlene was telling Cindy I'd had sex with her -- Darlene -- gave me a new air of sophistication in Cindy's eyes. She was too young.