’ I left it on and started to take my clothes off. it was a very warm night and I'd had a bit to drink too, so I felt hot. I never wear clothes whe... I sleep, just my bra and thong. I threw everything else into a corner. I made my way over to the makeshift bed; I hadn’t got a sleeping bag or anything like that. Those sorts of things made me claustrophobic. I could hardly see as I lifted a very thin sheet to sleep under; the mattress was one of those blow-up ones. As I slipped in, an arm came. "Brenda, your secretary," I asked"Hell, she's not my secretary," he said. "She's my stepdaughter. We were going to lunch just as you came in. If there was ever anyone that enjoyed shopping and buying girly things, that would be my Brenda." Thanks Ray," I said. "I owe you a big one." Great," he said. "Come to work for me." Not quite that big," I laughed. "What about me buying you that lunch."He patted his spare tire and said, "Keith, you sure know how to pay off your debts."Ray called Brenda and. It was also that exact same moment that Amy made the comment "Valerie, you are one hot tramp of a she-bitch!" as Amy put the cigarette she was smoking back in her mouth, seductively blowing a single smoke ring before blowing some smoke into my face.Before I could blink Amy snatched up a little Red Satin mini skirt for me to put on. I do not know how to explain to you the feeling that came over me when I put the mini skirt on. It was so tight, short and so skanky only a prostitute would wear it,. I was circling them, admiring the view. It was good to see thesebitches in this position. Twenty-year old revenge can be sweet. It would getsweeter! Rosalee had always been a neatness freak. Now, at her matronly age, she hadforegone some of the neatness ? at least as far as was concerned with her cunthair. Her bush was huge, disheveled, and seemed to sprout everywhere. It wentalmost up to her navel and it almost wrapped around her hips. I wondered howin the hell she ever wore a swimsuit and.