I slid some lace topped sheer black stockings onto my smooth long legs, and stepped into the red silk dress I had also bought. It skimmed my mid thigh... and flared like a baby doll dress from under the bust line, with thin straps over my shoulders. My cleavage looked sensational and my bosom swelled over the top of the low cut front of the dress. My platinum blonde hair hung in tight curls around my shoulders. I slipped into some red patent strappy sandals with a 4 inch heel, and put a little. A stout Black woman in her office clothes. She held a big, black purse in her hand that she stuffed full of her “thangs.” Fury burned across her face as she marched into the room.“Jaiden Christopher Walsh!” she snarled and swung her purse at me, striking me in the chest. “You filthy animal! What are you doing to your sister!”“Momma! I—”“Don't Momma me, boy!” she snarled and smacked me in the head with the purse. I raised my arms toward myself as she battered me away from my sister. I popped out. Somehow I'd missedit. Curious again, I laid the report I'd been reading on the floor,replacing it in my lap with the manila envelope/ Then I eased out thewhite one.The white envelope looked exactly like its host, down to the brassfasteners on the back. The only difference besides its color was itssmaller size. A handwritten note was attached to the front by a bit oftape. I worked the tape loose. Holding the note in front of me, I read:To my good friend Walter Edwards:Walt,I think today. " What men? And what did they scream at you?"Her father seemed to be quite angry about that."I don't wanna talk about that, please Daddy!"She was looking sadly to the ground."Of course I'll drive you to school today", her father said," and next time for always."Mandy was very happy about that. she loved her Daddy very much. She didn't understand why those men were saying such awful things to her. Her parents were very religious and Mandy didn't know much about sexuality, neither from school nor.