I wore my favorite, and only, party dress [Remember, this was in the midfifties when girls almost always wore dresses]. I was surprised, and a bit jea...ous to see that all the other girls werewearing the poodle skirts; oh how I wished I had one, or two.I was also surprised to see boys there. For awhile the girls and boysstayed in their own groups. I don't know what the boys talked about, andI didn't care, but us girls talked about our dresses and growing up.Marcia's Mother, Edna, spoiled. I know it may sound crazy and this is no real excuse. The person I saw as my mother sitting on the couch seemed like an entirely different individual than Cherry, the sex slave. I wanted to see them as two different people entirely. I never wanted to hurt my mother and have her find out what I was doing.I know it may not make sense, but I felt she was not the same person as she was when she appeared on my Alexa screen in the nude. I suppose that is how I justified getting horny watching her. The band started playing and the crowd started getting wild and we all started getting more and more squished together. After a while I noticed I was the only female this close to the stage. I was surrounded by men or should I say teenagers between ages of 16 and 25. My husband was standing beside me, he had had a few to many drinks before the concert so he was pretty much out of it. The guy behind me was so squished up against me he had his crotch pressed against my ass. I was squished against. You’re not going to find the same fringe benefits anywhere else.”“True,” I said. “I still think it would be a bad idea. Susan is looking at the job boards for people that might have experience. We’re going to try to split them up so nobody gets stuck with a bunch of rookies that we need to constantly watch over. We’ll get things figured out.”“I know you will,” Liz said. “Now, one more question for you.”“Sure,” I said.“What’s up with you and Stephanie?” she asked.I shrugged.“Don’t give me that,”.