PLAYING DRESS_UPThere was a flimsy pink negligee, a matching pair of lacy panties, Black thigh-high mesh stockings, and a pair of sexy black high heel.... My mind swirled around in a daze: I wondered how Gunther knew that I secretly liked to dress up in my mom's sexy stuff that she never used anymore. I was sure no one had ever caught me doing it. Gunther held the nightie up and slipped it over my head, adjusting the thin straps. He handed me the panties, and I slipped them up my legs and. ..Not like I asked for this, O-Ox..." His voice shook with a deep tremble, his eyes only now glancing towards the man on his way to abandon him, "...You've never been scared, then?" At that, Ox's movement halted, his mask turning back only slightly as a sign of vague acknowledgement rather than full attention; a heavy voice had lowered its intensity, now carrying a sense of pity, "Who here you think isn't scared?" At these words the frail man perked up ever so slightly, rose to his feet, and. ’ Branford chuckled at his daughter’s melodrama, ‘He’s just young and foolish, like all boys his age. Y’all will get on just fine, in time.’ Grace pushed a wavy strand of her blonde hair behind an ear, ‘Please don’t make me do this, daddy. Ah’m never going to fall in love with Dylan. Ah’m already…. ah’m in love with someone else.’ ‘The catering boy?’ Branford lifted a brow. ‘He’s not a catering boy,’ Grace growled angrily. She had never viewed her father as a snobbish elitist before that. Wolfe's remark. Maria then slida garter belt around his waist, fastened it and deftly attachedPaul's stockings. Meanwhile he strained to see his reflection fromhis new vantage point. Dr. Wolfe came to his rescue with a largehand mirror. "Is this what you're looking for, Paula?" she saidhanding him the mirror."Oh, yes, Dr. Wolfe, thank you," Paul said dragging the "s" outinterminably. His voice was now a strange combination of his ownhusky baritone and a most feminine inflection. The voice would.