-----------------------------------------------I should have run screaming from what I was doing, I should have gonehome and immediately chucked all o... my girlie clothes into the trash.Instead I went home and repainted my toes, and wore panties to work everyday for the rest of the week. I hadn't done that before, and I wasterrified that I'd bend over at just the wrong moment and someone wouldspot them, but, apart from the occasional break to jerk off in theevenings, my sexual excitement didn't. For the next couple of days nothing much changed. I would go next door and fuck Brandi as much as I could. I would eat lunch and dinner there and then come home. Mom and dad got much better at their timing so that I didn’t catch them in the living room again. Every night mom would come into my room and sit on my bed to talk about my day. She got interested in how Brandi and I were getting along. She also started to wear her sexy robe instead of her old tattered housecoat. She also stared to. “You were in the same sorority, but in a different chapter. Dickinson, wasn’t it?”“You remembered.” Well, yes, he had. But, apparently, she wanted to be known as a Zate. The conversation continued on that subject.“I’ve got a great line,” Marilyn said. “I’ve known Little Sisters who got into feuds with their Big Sisters, girls who couldn’t stand their Grand Big Sister at all. But Natalie, Beverly, and I are the best of friends. Joyce looks like a fine addition.”“Nice girl,” he said. “Another. Sleep in the same bed,” I acknowledged. “It was either going to be Jennifer Guthrie and I in the same bed or Jennifer Stapleton and me in the same bed.”Cece almost spilled her glass of wine.Paul came out of hiding, “I believe the two of them are promised to be married after high school. I must admit that I started about the same age as Michael. We all saw him command an orchestra and a stage full of performers. To me, that makes him mature. I also expect that they are being careful. They have.