"I held mom's hand going back down the stairs. The long gown made it difficultto see my feet."Use your other hand to hold the bottom of the nightgown ...p a little." "That way you can see your feet and not stumble going down the steps. Likethis!" Mom held her gown with her free hand and I followed her example. Itdid make the stairs easier to navigate.When we walke into the front room, dad and Janet looked up from puttingtogether a barbie corvette that she got from Grandma. "Lisa, you look. H..hi Ellie" He stuttered. "I wa..." James takes a breath and clears his throat. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?" James asked. By this time now James' face had went a bright red. "Em... Sure Id love to go out with you!" she answered. James was shocked, his heart felt like it had stop. Was this really happening?. Just as a number of thoughts to question this reality he felt a pen on his right hand. It was Ellie writing a number of digits on his hand. His brain took a couple of. *Last fall, I was heading out to a dance club here in my small middle American town. A goth/industrial night only happens about once a month here and the October event is the BEST one. It was a cool night here in Indiana. I wore a nice long black velvet skirt, the long flowly heavy kind. It was all the way down to my shiny black boots. There really wasn't any point of the black thigh highs and black satin panties I had on underneath, but I wore them anyway. My hair was more pink then red at. Some of the guests got a little bit drunk a few times, then they would get friendly with the women. Carl drank very little, more than once he had to discourage some guy from trying to cop a feel off Kathy, a time or two he also saved Patty from them. Most men took one look at Carl and didn’t argue. Jerry, he noticed, also tended to develop friendly hands when he got drunk, but he mostly messed around with the women that were by themselves. Patty never seemed to even notice but there was no way.