Then gave me a hug saying “But that’s what I like about you.”It was another Saturday evening at the store. Kelly and I had closing duties. Eve... though I had worked a full shift I still felt like doing something. “Hey, you wanna come over and hang out?” Kelly said as we were doing the final lockup. I had no plans and more time with Kelly was a great way to spend the evening. We drove to her house and went straight to her room. “I need to wash up, hang for a bit” she said, leaving me alone. A few seconds later she spoke to her mother. “Thanks for nothing, Mom. You couldn’t take it easy for even a single weekend? You berated Dad the entire time. John told me he thought Dad was nothing more than your slave and when he looked into his eyes he saw someone who…someone who was just a shell of a person. Then he told me that he couldn’t see himself like that in thirty years. He broke the engagement. Thanks a lot, Mom! You’ve fucked up my life!” She ended the call and I could hear. A knee length pinkdress with a white sash around the waist, peter pan style collar, andshort puffed sleeves, a white slip, nude hose, and a white bra and pantyset. It was complete by some white sandals with a short, chunky heel.James' pulled the panties up his thighs, and strapped the bra to hischanging chest, expertly tightening it. He dropped the slip down overhis head, and then stepped into the pantyhose, which sent an involuntaryshiver down his spine. Wearing hose with freshly shaven legs. She liked his sensitivity, too. She’d never have suspected he had a caring side. Callie smiled again. Ayasha. She liked the nickname and adored how much emotion he expressed when he used it.“You never answered me. Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked, lowering the window more to inhale the scent of countryside and catch a cool breeze.“None of your business.”“So you don’t. Why not? You’re not that ugly when you smile. You don’t smile much. How come?”She grinned when the corner of his mouth.