I find that I much prefer a suspender belt to stay-ups, since you can cinch your stockings up nice and tight, and they don't slip down if you get ... ...m ... energetic, if you know what I mean! :) LOL I'll just have to take her out and shop for some right slut-wear for her! But by the time we were done, we were a couple of proper sexy English birds, eh?We took the train into town, and went clubbing. Of course, MY definition of CLUBBING is a little different than most, as you know - I go looking. At first he was shy, introverted, and a bit withdrawn. He did not seem to be the confident sounding individual on the phone. For a while both Marge and I began to wonder if we were going to have say nice to meet you but you are just a friend. However after about a half hour Michael finally relaxed and began to open up a bit. As the evening continued we talked some more and then Michael went to the bathroom which gave the two of a quick chance to talk about the experience. Marge wanted to see. " He nodded as if he expected nothing less.I went downstairs for an early breakfast, I was famished. The cook was already in the kitchen making bread. There is nothing like the smell of fresh baked bread. I greeted her and asked for breakfast for two. She was so surprised that I treated her like a normal human being that she had problems addressing me."Was there a problem taking the child back to her parents?" No, Milord." Make sure that the girl sees a priestess, preferably one from the Earth. Hilary sighed and turned away again. ‘I’m fine,’ she insisted but there was no strength behind her tone. ‘Sure you are,’ Lena replied sarcastically. ‘You’re perfectly all right with the fact that you just found out your ex-boyfriend got married. And is having a baby.’ Hilary glared at Lena and fought for something snarky to say. She had nothing. ‘Oh, and this is my favorite part, the woman is only nineteen,’ Lena said as she adjusted her purse on her shoulder. ‘Scott told you he liked older.