I was walking with the traffic so they could only see me from behind. Sure enough there were more than a few toots get feed my ego. I wondered, "How...many know what I am like under these clothes? I had on 3 inch black boots, fishnet stockings that were attached to garters under a black mini-skirt. The 3-4 length sleeve blouse had fishnet arm warmers as well as my 'net chemise was the same net as everything else. Black and white all around. I really did feel slutty and must have looked like. Tamara had to admit, she never saw that coming. Kent James has a girlfriend? , she thought to herself. After Craig’s confession about his affair in Japan, Tamara came clean about her one nighter with Kent. They agreed that it was time for them to pursue other means of happiness, but did she really think it would be that easy? That she would waltz into work, throw herself at Kent, and they would be picture perfect? He never once spoke of having anything other than sex with her, albeit the best. I removed my white blouse, flip-flops and jean shorts. He was then wearing red swim trunks and aviator glasses; he took of his big aviator glasses setting them aside.We played in the pool, the water felt so good, I climbed on his shoulders my covered virgin crotch touching the back of his neck, jumped off a few times, it seemed innocent enough, he dunked me a few times, he also touched my breast at them time pretty non-existent breasts, just puffy pink nipples. We swam in the pool for a couple. I'm beginning to realize it's just that the rules are different for thewomen!Daphne was thrilled at my success and determined to immediately prepareme for the longer term excursion into womanhood. I was not given achance for second thoughts, as Daphne escorted me to the health spa. Itwas a large, secluded facility hidden behind ivy clad brick walls andtopped by razor wire. The gates were manned by security guards thatseemed very slack since they did not check our bona fides. Asinstructed, I.