...but not always fair.Right? So??" Um..." So will you be smiling and offering an alternative? Or maybe you'll behandling things yourself, hmm??"His h...nd was on my chin."I'll smile." I paused unable to speak for a second. "I'll smile andhandle things myself." I knew you were a good one, sweetheart. Next time a customer asks,they're all yours. Sabrina's going to be grateful."I smiled weakly at him. "Fucking bitch," was all I could think. I movedto get up."Sweetheart." His hand was on my shoulder. The most unbelievable thing my mother said, in fact I didn't believe it at the time, was that Anita might actually want me to do things with her and as the older, if not more experienced, it was up to me to keep things under control.Once the physical side had been firmly dealt with, Mum went on to discuss how I planned to deal with having a girlfriend. She knew that with my lack of friends I would have no trouble there, and that I was quite capable of standing up to the many caustic comments. " Screw the shirt," she growled. "I'll get you another fucking shirt!" Damn, Brad," Pat laughed as she moved over and stood next to Grace. "Is she always like this?" Ah, more or less," he grunted as the object of their discussion finished with what remained of his shirt and started on his pants. In an effort to save at least some of his clothing he began helping until he was finally as naked as she was."Come on! Come on!" she whined as she pulled him towards the bed."Who is she and what has she. Maybe it's because there's a man inthe apartment... a real man that is...Soon I'm stood before her in just my panties and stockings, and shewraps a suspender belt around my waist... strange I was sort ofexpecting a girdle.. or something more in keeping with the 60's theme...white strappy pumps are buckled onto my feet, really high! 7" and myfoot is almost vertical in them, shit why didn't she go the whole hogand put ballet boots on me? The last touch is a silky white night.