Hi Jeff! Nice to see you again." Lisa, WAIT!" he barked. "We need to talk..." We'll hook up after the show, 'kay?" I cooed. "Right now, I've gotta get...my girlfriend here ready for our next pass down the runway. See you!"I hurried Dianna backstage before either one could utter another word. She pulled me up short and spun me around. I could tell she was about to 'read' me about something. Whatever it was, I just didn't have the stomach to listen to it right then. I placed an index finger to her. Of course she had to go back to work, but every free moment we spent together. We no longer questioned our love for each other or even discussed whether it was wrong or right. We knew how lucky we were and that we would always be together. Nothing in this world would ever change that. We had, however, discussed options for us when I went away to school, including her trying to find a job near the college or me finding a college closer to home. Neither seemed practical, so we were still in a. Beth certainly feltthat way right now as she gazed at herself in themirror. She had just started her freshman year of highschool, having turned 14 years old over the summer. Itwas the beginning of September and as a “start ofschool” present her mom had gotten her some newclothes. But Beth was angry. “Mom constantly favors Becky,” shethought, as she stared into the mirror at a bra andpanties that were much, much too small for her. Bethwas not an athlete. She was very. The resentment of being referred to as a girl by mylovely wife burned deeply. But the feeling was overcomeas I heard the clacking of our heels and felt thegentle swish of skirts on my nylon-clad thighs.Linda helped Susan out of her jacket and reachingaround from the front, began undoing the back buttonsof her blouse. Susan smiled with an audible “Mmmm…”as their breasts became snugly enmeshed. Standingbehind my pretty wife, I unzipped her slim businessskirt and lowered it.