After the dress was on Amyplace a pile of lace, netting and satin on the floor and had me pull theskirt of my dress up and step into the middle the pi...e which was thenpulled up to my waist revealing a giant petticoat which Amy attached tomy corset Amy then helped me to pull the skirt down over the petticoatpuffing the skirt away from my legs and holding it just above the floor,I seemed to be the last person dressed as all the women were waiting inthe main part of the store when I came out of. As I slipped into gear I saw her mini-skirt hidden under her coat had ridden up to expose about a foot of thigh in silky black tights.As we drove off my eyes kept dropping to her thighs."Not getting enough then?"I didn't answer. Still at forty you could never get enough."Me neither. My husband disappeared six months ago with some teenager he'd been screwing and the only blokes I meet are where I work at the pub and a girl's got standards".We didn't speak for a bit but I noticed that somehow her. The girl nodded in reply. Cindy smiled, ruefully. “Yeah, so was I,” she said. “Your dad in the Navy or Air Force?”“Air Force,” Veronica managed to squeak out at last in a scared little voice. She kept darting her gaze back and forth between Cindy and myself, unsure what was going to happen. She hugged the bedsheet tightly about her.The story was, Veronica's dad had indeed been in the Air Force and married her mom while stationed in the Philippines. Later, their family had moved to our city. The wings are longer than the middle section is wide: more eccentric than beautiful, but certainly imposing. I can see two stories of enormous windows, seven on the front and eight on the side wings. That’s a lot of rooms. Now I notice more windows, small ones protruding from a dark roof reminiscent of the Louvre’s in Paris. Attic rooms, maybe. I even notice a couple of haphazard turrets, with tiny windows of their own. I wonder where I’ll be sleeping. This is no school. This is a manor.