I knew I would still be wearingthese when back in boy mode. If only I had known sooner how wonderfulthey felt to wear. Once I had completed my packing...I put on the blackdress. I suppose you would call it a "little black dress"; long enough tobe decent, but short enough to show off my legs to advantage. I spentsome time getting my hair and make-up just right. I was determined tolook my best for the photograph. I checked my watch. Just time for acoffee.I slipped my feet into my high heels,. “I’m sorry,” she stuttered. He smiled as he watched her reaction, “OK, why not, that would be great.” “Really?” she asked wiping a few tears from her eyes. As arranged, Tom knocked on her door at 7pm the next evening. “You look great,” he smiled as he again admired the yellow dress. “I bought these,” she smiled as she pulled out a pair of hinged handcuffs and a pair of foot cuffs. Both restraints were high security and could only be opened with a unique key, “I hope you like them.” Tom. It went through both of them like ... not really a hot knife through butter, but it hardly slowed down going through three feet of muscle and bone. As for why or how, does it matter?" What do you mean?" I mean it works; it gets the job done, and it gets it done in a way that reduces the risk to us. Sure I'm curious, but I don't need to know the how or why." Shame on you, Jamie!" I said. "What would Carter say? Just because the gun fired the first time you pulled the trigger..." I know, I know,". Over this she wore a white sheerlinen cover up which did nothing to hide the shape of her bikini top.Diane was somewhat more demure, as befitted a 15 year old young lady. Shewore a one piece that flattered her budding breasts with cute moldedcups. It was baby pink with white sparkly rhinestones decorating the topof the bodice and around the deep cut leg holes. It suited (That's apun!) her to a "T". Her make up was delicate as also suited a 15 yearold. Her medium length honey blonde hair was in.