The windows were down as we sped to the outskirts of the town to where Abrihet lived with her parents, my eyes were closed as the warm air swept throw...the open window, it felt nice, as did Abrihet's hand, the memories of boarding school came flooding back, it had been 25 years years since another girl had put her hand there, 'Slow down a bit', I said to the driver, not wanting to get there too quick, 'Sorry Madam', he said and the car slowed down, as Abrihet's fingers entered me, my body. She had a really cute smile, long brown hair and nice curves. I had seen her over the summer out in the yard planting vegetables, wearing tight shorts and shirt that definitely showed some cleavage. For the next few weeks, there was no more tapping or banging, but I would think about that moan each night before I fell asleep until it was burned into my brain. Halloween started to roll around and I always throw a party on Halloween. I decided to invite the girls from downstairs mostly because I. ?Meoow.? Her meows have become deeper and more guttural and herpurring has turned to rhythmic breathing. With my attention, she has raised herass higher while lowering her shoulders, opening herself to me. Having stopped giving her attention in order to remove myshorts, she responds with disappointment. ?Meow, meow, meow.? I climb on to the bed, kneel behind her and slide my fingersinto her. She is very wet and receptive. ?Meow? She pushes to meet my fingers. Holding her by the scruff of the. It wasn't thatJeff had grabbed the wrong clothes, it was, well, it was that myshape had changed in the six months since I had last worn theseclothes just before Mother started dressing me in the maid'suniforms. It wasn't that I had gotten fat or anything. Well, I hadgained a little weight in the three months that I hadn't left theapartment, but I was still only at about 145 which was less than the155 I had ballooned to immediately after graduation. I was like,well, more like my weight had.