Are you wearing that kilt traditionally" "Och! Lass! That" frrr me tae know an ye to woonder aboot" with a grin and a pronounced Scottish burr.... She smiled wickedly but didn't pursue it further.It was a pleasant evening. Some of the costumes had come off to a greater or lesser degree. Mark found all the people he talked with to be comfortable company, diverse and attractive enough regardless of education or type of work, or type of body. Mark had always found that attractiveness does. Since become friends with Joanne, my mum had been much happier and more outgoing."I'd like to buy one from you Grant. Your mum said that you fit them too. Could you fit mine so I can try it this morning?" she asked."Of course I can" was my excited response. "Yes..." I shouted silently as I made another sale, and I got to spend a little longer in the company of this sexy older woman. The word MILF can immediately to mind, causing a stirring in my shorts.Within about five minutes I was back from. It’s really packed in here. How did you find the girls?”“Easy. We have a bunch of new pledges this year. We told them that they had to provide a girl for the contest, or as a servant if they wants to rush. So, they brought them in.”“Yeah? That simple huh?” I remarked.“We did have a few guys bail out. I don’t know if they couldn’t find a girl or couldn’t handle it, so they ghosted. Oh well, fuck them.”“What’s Roxy’s story? She looks out of place.”Rod pulled me in close.“She got brought in by. But this year she would show him she could act, really act and she would get an A grade for drama A Level, even if it meant doing every resit under the sun. Grabbing some toast, she stepped out of her front door and banged it behind her, before wincing and wishing she had taken some paracetomol for her headache. School wasn’t far from her house so she got there with plenty of time to spare and decided to use this time to go and speak to Mr Roberts about her intentions for this year – she was.