“Bloody fantastic!” I said. “Never seen you look so good.” “Why thank you, sir,” she said. “You liked the dress?” “Yup!” “You li...ed the petticoat?” I smiled, “I freakin loved the petticoat and the stockings and the shoes. I loved all of it!!" “What about the panties?” "I loved them! Fantastic! They looked great on you, honestly!" “But you never saw my panties did you?” She asked “Yes, you showed them to me after the stockings." I replied. "No I didn’t,” she said, "And shall I prove it to you?". She's just incredulous."Maybe your pituitary's just playing up." You know my cycle as well as.... better than anyone. You could setyour watch by it. And I did the pee on the stick thing." Twice. Butmaybe don't say that."Oh God! Who's the father?" No one you know." Apparently. "And he's not in the picture anymore."Irrefutably."Oh!" She pauses. I suppose it was a bit of a Mic drop." This is not aphone conversation Alex. I'm coming over." Are you okay to drive?" I don't decline her offer. I need. “I’ll be right there!” She yelled out as the bell continued to ring. “Calm the fuck down, I’ll be right down!” She yelled, this time angrier. She made her way to the door and opened it before jumping back as she noticed who it was. “Ken! What the fuck are you doing here!? Did you forget about the restraining order!?” She screamed; half angry, half scared. Blake had gotten a restraining order against Ken Redman a year ago after she constantly found him following her home, walking around her. Gloria’s desire to not be noticed by men who she had little trust for, meant that she dressed in such a way that although beautiful she presented as just plain. I wanted her to feel special tonight. She was going to help me with my problems and I wanted to show her how gorgeous she could be and hopefully feel.When I showed her the clothes she shook her head. She told me they were not her style. She then said she would feel a fool in clothes like that. I held them up to her and said, “stop.