She got me again."I'm very sorry I yelled," I said sweetly, "after you've been sowonderful to me. But I am concerned about my lack of privacy." Oh, Pa...ge. I really like you like this. Much nicer. Now I'm not spyingexactly, more like monitoring. You have my technology in your litheyoung body, and I need to record the data, see how your body acclimatesand adapts."Jesus, this gets worse every minute, I thought." Umm, Joy? May I inquire about my age regression? Why did you make meyounger? Is this. Anyway this was what I wrote a day or so later...Jan was the mother confessor type. Oh, go on! You've met them; you must have met them. Everyone knows one. The sort where you suddenly find that you've ended up telling them far, far more than either you realised or intended. Jan never wheedled anything out of anyone; she was just so easy to talk to. She didn't ask leading questions either, come to think of it. It didn't matter, you still told her things. Naughty things. Indiscretions. That was. The kitchen table and chairs were set out for the garbage by another tenant and found their way into the apartment. The beds had been included because few college kids have beds of their own.The discussion was still raging when Adam, Sean and Walt appeared, food in hand. It didn't abate with their arrival."What about kitchen stuff?" Rachelle asked. "These guys have a couple of skillets and a pot. I don't think it even has a lid." It did once," Sean said with a laugh. "We tried skeet shooting. Actually, imagining them in the lingerie made it much easier to pick it out. I found a low-backed long-line bra that I could stuff to make up for my missing assets, then it was on to sheer red stockings, red bikini panties, and the clincher, a red satin garter belt with black lace trim. 3" black pumps completed the outfit.I was still hesitant about putting clothes like that on, but after the bar the night before, it was a short hesitation. Looking good when I got done actually made it a little.