The first thing I did was tuck everything away and then pulled on a hot pink thong. Next came a pair of black thigh high stockings. Before putting on ...nything else I glued my silicon boobies in place and gave them a few minutes to dry. They looked and felt very life like, right down to the hard, erect nipples that were plain to see beneath any blouse. Reaching into my closet I pulled out a white satin blouse and slipped it on, leaving the top two buttons open. A very tight, very short navy blue. 'Yeah... I actually don't have a place to stay right now.''You homeless?''Yeah.'I know my cock shouldn't have stiffened on hearing that, but it did. We continued walking. She was pulling the suitcase behind her. It made sense now. She was wearing jeans, a winter jacket, wedge heels. Slightly dishelleved, slightly dirty - like she hadn't showered in days. Which would also make sense.I could have dragged her into a corner and ****d her, and no-one would have cared. But I suspect that she probably. “My mom's car won’t start, and I’m going to be late!” She said in a teenage panic. “I’ve got a meet in half an hour, and her stupid car won’t start, and…”“Easy now,” I reassured her. “Let me see what I can do.” I set my coffee down and grabbed my keys. “If I can’t get her car started, you can use mine.”We both walked over to her house. As I walked up the driveway, I could see the trail of gasoline coming out from under her car. It was an older car, but Paige took really good care of it.“I’m. I swirl it about and burble it like a fine wine.When I look across our narrow, grassy courtyard at my neighbors’ home, I see Loquacious at her window, staring back at me, covering her laughter with both hands. As we stare at each other, she dares me to watch as she defiantly strips off all her clothes then grabs a small mason jar and a blade. I watch, confounded and amazed, as she cuts above her inner elbow and fills the jar with fresh blood. She applies a balm and a tourniquet to her wound.