"My sister didn't look convinced, but she nodded anyway. "Okay. Maybe yacould like give 'em to her just as a friend?" Maybe, but she's never really be...n much into flowers." Oh, I'd forgot 'bout that." She hung her head, looking totally dejected.Feeling bad for knocking all her ideas, I tried for one of my own. "Youknow, another thing you can do with flowers is put them in your hair."Her face lit up at the idea. "Oh wow, I'd like that! Could ya put 'em infor me?"I had originally expected her to. As usual, I spent a large part of the day looking in themirror, admiring my outfit. My black micromini skirtjust reached the end of my garters–any time I leanedover or sat down, it rose to show my thighs above thestockings. My blouse was all but transparent, and myhard nipples were clearly visible. But, what brought theoutfit together was the set of 4-1/2 inch spike heels onwhich I had to balance. My husband had told me that in this outfit I was themost beautiful slut he had ever seen and. "God, Casey," I whispered, thinking I'd better find someone else to talk to before talking to myself became habit.Beignets and café au lait. I grinned. That's what I needed. It was a good thing I'd be leaving in a couple days. If I stayed there, I'd end up big as a house. A big, fat lunatic who wandered around talking to herself, I thought, giggling.After breakfast, I went down to the Moon Walk, where the tour bus was boarding. The group of tourists chattered excitedly amongst themselves in the. “I like looking at you”, she said, looking down my top. “Okay”, I said, not really knowing what to say. “We could try and do some stuff, see if you like it, just for fun I mean”, she said, moving closer to me. “Oh, ah, I don’t know” I said, standing up and backing away a bit. “Its fine” she said, getting up and standing in front of me. I didn’t say or do anything, I just stood there. She placed one of her hands on my leg and slowly moved it up until she made her way to my.