Bye," I saidand abruptly hung up the phone.Regina Rae was watching me and grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Oh goody!"she gushed. "I'm so glad you can co...e by. Here is my address," she said asshe handed me a piece of paper. "Sevenish. Okay?" Sure," I replied, feeling railroaded. "What will the attire be? Debbie wascurious." I'd say the men would be dressy casual. Women should wear cocktaildresses. Oh goody, goody!" she exclaimed. "This is wonderful! I can't waitto see Debbie! Shall I set an. Bra. Textbooks.Darn Mom, she wouldn't let me forget that I wore my favorite leather microskirt to school last week and spaced the panties. Just becauseI bent over at the bus stop and old Mr. Thomas rear-ended the police chief's wife. Geeze, you would think I was trying to causeaccidents. And there was no way I was going to forget my bra. I hefted one ofmy firm, overly sensitive beauties in both hands and tingled all the way to my toes. Unless I wanted to have a real pain in the chest,. She looked gorgeous as always; seventeen, just under a year older than me, tall and slim with generous boobs, unlike mine which I felt were undersized, but which she seemed to love playing with.I felt annoyed at seeing her so friendly with them, as they had always been rather offhand and indifferent towards me, and indeed to most of the others in the class. Her face lit up as she saw me, and as soon as I reached the small group she wrapped her arms around me, kissing deeply and seemingly. I siphoned some wine from the barrels I was interested in selling, sealed the bottles with corks that I had purchased in large quantities, inventoried the quantities of each wine I had, and took off for Mount Sterling. I had made a neat little carrier that held four bottles, so I looked pretty professional except that I was dressed in my usual getup of BDUs and boots. It was something I didn't even think about. When I arrived at the restaurant, the workers warily looked at me. I suppose the.