Royce was a frequent visitor to our house since Leslie met her in the Fourth Grade. She was always very polite and behaved herself like a perfect ange.... I was always glad to have her over.By the time Royce was in the Sixth Grade, she was already developing a supermodel figure. She had nice shapely breasts, not big, but perfectly proportioned to her height and weight. She had a perfectly shaped butt, long legs, and very pretty feet. Her light brown hair was naturally wavy and came down to her. It was the first time she had been inside of my house, so she was giving it the once over look. She sat on the couch, hoping that I would sit next to her, but I didn’t, I sat down on the wing back chair. She carried on with some small talk, with me staying silent.Finally, she said, “Tom, I’m sorry that you took what I said in the wrong context. It wasn’t a reflection on you, but rather on me. My first husband Mark liked to get me drunk. I would lose some of my inhibitions and I would loosen up. Then I lost the next hand, I was scared shit of what these "strangers" would say or think. I walked over to platform ,looked at my wife with sad eyes. and undid my belt and stepped out of my pants. All eyes were glued on me as I stood there in black pantyhose and a black leotard. I was soooooooo embarassed. A few of the guyslaughed and said ilooked pretty.they were teasing me for what seemed like hours, my face was beet red. Finally Julie stood up, walked over to me and said she thinks I look. ’I had done as much as I could for today, I had broken her spirit and then jumped up and down on it’s carcass. She had given in to me done everything required of her, so I had to reward her. ‘If you answer yes to these ten questions I’ll let you spend the night in your cell.’At these words she looked up, relief filling her eyes.‘I want you to answer in full sentences, not ‘yes’ or ‘no’, rephrasing the question as a statement. Do you understand.’She nodded.I got up and walked around my desk.