Let me check on my neighbors, good friends of mine. If I can, I’ll find you when I’m done.”“Thanks,” he hollered as he ran off. I sighed and...headed off elsewhere, unsure of what to do. But apparently, Roger wasn’t the only one that saw my little stunt.“Yo!” a boy probably a year older than me called, dropping down next to me. “Saw what you did back there. Name’s Zippy. Me and some friends were following some… shifty characters we know when all this happened. We’re gonna try and save who we can.. ’ ‘OK. If that’s what you want. Get in.’ He went round to the passenger door and sat down. Under the car’s interior light I could see that he was telling the truth. His prison clothes were soaked and torn. He was shivering. Even if he hadn’t been I don’t think he could have been a threat to me. He was slightly built and not in good condition. I thought of the presents I had been given. I took the torch and looked in the back seat of the car. The first thing I found was an old tartan car. You can't do that if you want to get to bed at a reasonable hour, Nita."Steve and Kathy came to the stage, and Kathy told the wild child. "Get your instruments into their cases so we can go to bed. You've had enough excitement today."The Mistress of Music left us with a smile with her two guitar cases and her violin case under her arm. She said, "That was a good one. We're going to do some more like that," as she left.Lisa smiled at me, and said, "Not right away, I hope. That was a real. I love the way heels lift my ass, or the way a tight skirt presses my knees together or how my nylon thighs look when I squat down, and part my feet. I love my pantyline being visible. I love being your secret girl. And dressing like one. You want me as much as I want you. Perhaps you’re wearing a pair of your wife’s shiny tights as you’re reading this or maybe a skin tight leotard. Why not open my galleries in another tab and choose one of the outfits you’d like to see me in. Perhaps you like.