She patted the bed. "Bring that over and sit down." I did and she tookthe outfit from me, removed it from the hanger and put it up against mysitting...body, spreading the skirt out over my legs. "You hold the topup," she said as she sat back and regarded me. I felt the soft coolsatin and the lace as I held the bust to my chest feeling foolish and atthe same time, liberated.Sarah sat back and said softly, "So...this is all at least a little sexualfor you, isn't it? I mean, why would you try. "Please!"I opened the door to find a teenage girl standing there. She looked a couple of years older than Isla but nowhere near as mature. Whereas my little beauty dressed like the young woman she was, this girl dressed just like ... well a teenage girl. Heavy makeup, short black skirt with black patterned tights, a red top and a small black jacket. Her hair was bright red and a complete mess.When she saw me she took a step back and looked me up and down as if I was a mannequin sporting her. “You’re not my Uncle Eric, are you?” “I’m not,” I admitted. “You’re just Eric. You’re the guy who lives in 2B, the quiet one, the nice one.” “I’d like to think so.” “I buried my husband today and you were there to help me get through it.” “Yes.” “If I hadn’t buried him I would have divorced him.” “You told me that,” I admitted. “He was a selfish, hateful son-of-a-bitch.” I sat silent, realizing that confirming her statement would be callous, especially in view of his youthful and tragic. .. hmmm...Kelly explained, "It's dead simple. We spin one die - if it lands on a 1 or 2, I take one of these counters." She indicated a bowl of tiddlywinks on the table. "If it lands on a 3 or 4, Linda takes one, and if it lands on a 5 or 6, Pete takes something off." What's the deal with the counters?" I asked,"You'll find out when you're naked." my girlfriend answered.The game was really simple and went pretty much as I expected. The girls won counters each, and I shed clothes. By the time I.