Stoney was there and so was the good-looking babe from his party. I started to chat her up but struck out again. Stoney’s mom was catering this ...arty too, and as I headed for the bar she stopped to offer me something from a plate of nachos.A little while later, I was trying to hit on this chubby Polish gal from the force when my cell phone rang. Excusing myself, I retreated to a corner and activated the phone.“Hey baby.”It was her. I scanned the room, looking for anyone using. I could give her a home, open several bank accounts with enough money to keep her until she decided to go back to teaching, take her with me and keep her as a mate until she decided to look elsewhere, or just give her money and send her on her way. My heart wanted to convince her to stay with me and see if we could build a life together. Maybe she and I could make a go of it. Maybe she was too damaged. Only time would tell.As I considered life with Abby, she suddenly woke up and headed for the. Thanks to thesurgeon's mistake with the scalpel I'd never really felt much from mylabia. Very, very delicately I felt him spread mine and the way theytingled at his touch made me shiver."I don't understand," he whispered. "It looks... I mean, can't believethis, you look..." Natural?" Yes." I can feel your fingers."He pulled them away."I'm so pleased you can see it too, I thought I was crazy." It is crazy."I shrugged, laid a finger along the line of those impossible lips - sosoft and warm, a. I knew that look well–arousal. My plan was going quite smoothly. So, Sissy, I said, in a soft, husky whisper as I handed her a glass. What do you like to do for fun? Um, nothing much. Just hang out, I guess. Do you have a boyfriend? I asked. She looked a little shy at the question. Its okay, its just between us girls. I threw my best seductive smile at her, complete with my irresistible glass-eyed bedroom gaze as I sat down across from her. I made sure my skirt rode up nice and high, and my.