Finally! The bar.John's standing there holding a beer out toward me. I smile and take the beer. He holds up the beer in his other hand and I return th... gesture, in a 'cheers!' motion.'I see you got a table,' he smiles.'Us a table.' I smile back. 'Pam wants you to sit there, too.''Speak of the devil,' he nods behind me. Pam is cutting through the growing crowd.'Where's my tea, lady?' She laughs, shaking her head.'Oh yeah! I'm sorry!' I completely forgot. John distracted me. My mind has been in. She had seen this girl, she was the one whose picture was in the school's trophy case with the previous year's trophy for the conference volleyball MVP."Wait, I, I know you... You're the star volleyball player... um...," Mia said trying to recall the name on the trophy."Jenna Michaels, but you can call me Mistress," she said as she flexed the crop for show."What?! No! I am not doing this!" Oh you can leave but if you do I release the video." You'd go to jail for blackmail!" Mia argued."And. It took her a moment to realise someone had spoken."Yes, Claire. I'm speaking to you."The voice was clear the second time. Claire took her mouth from Lasco's cock, and sat up abruptly. Suddenly she realised how she must look, and pulled her dress down to cover her panties, still kneeling over Lasco's legs.Claire was about to ask what in hell was going on when Lasco, who'd turned his head toward the voice, suddenly pushed her off him, and leapt to his feet."Lucilla, what the hell? How did you.... There wasn'tanything out of the ordinary about me getting supper ready but what wasa bit unusual was that I was wearing seamed nylon stockings, high heeledshoes, a chiffon petticoat a ladies house dress and 50's style apron!For the moment I was appreciative that I had a place to stay andsomething to eat and just tried to put the situation out of my mind.But the thoughts of my predicament returned full force as I saw Lane'scar pull up the driveway and into the garage. He came out with.