Not much different from every other day.The main reason I didn't talk about it at Jill's house is because it's nothing special to me. I'm one of those...kids that everybody hates. I hear it or read it once and I remember it forever. Pretty much anything from the rules of grammar to dates to scientific principles. I don't have logarithms memorized but I can place the elements in order and come pretty close to their atomic numbers. Not quite a photographic memory. If anybody gives me any crap about. About 5'4, curvy, brunette, with the sexiest smile and captivating eyes. It looked pretty slow that night so she would come to my table every once in a while and ask me if everything was fine flashing that gorgeous smile every time. I knew she was really only flirting because she wanted a big tip, so I asked her if she'd like to sit with me since there was no other customers and I was a lonely old man. We were chatting about her college, her boyfriend, how he moved to a different state and she. I'm dressed right now in a very sexy black lace bra with my forms gluedin place. I hate just putting them in the bra cups. I like how they feelattached to me as I try on bras before I dress. My silky pink panties,with a panty liner so I don't mess up my skirt or dress, go over my gaffto help smooth out my front. I love pantyhose over stockings to feel niceand secure. Not having much leg hair helps so I don't have to shave them.I'm also wearing a cincher too so I can mold my waist to give me. As she prepared for bed, all of Corey's words from the time she had picked him up were floating around in her mind, but she was too tired to put them all together to understanding what he was trying to say to her. Sonja did sleep on it, and it's strange what that can do.Corey stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, late for him. It was already 10.00am when he was usually up by 6.00. Sonja was no where around, so Corey looked down the hallway to see his mother's door still closed, telling.