At the precise time when Madame Danglars, dressed in black and concealed in a long veil, was ascending the stairs leading to Debray's apartments, --no...withstanding the assurances of the concierge that the young man was not at home, --Debray was occupied in repelling the insinuations of a friend, who tried to persuade him that after the terrible scene which had just taken place he ought, as a friend of the family, to marry Mademoiselle Danglars and her two millions. Debray did not defend himself. Being fit went a long way, but the rest was covered by Tia being a petite little thing with 'cute' (gag) elfin features. She didn't quite reach five feet but a lot of guys seemed to like that. Unfortunately Jacob didn't always seem to be one of them. He'd drop the occasional comment about the huge height disparity and how all his previous girlfriends had been model-height. Him being six feet and a half tall meant that even the four-inch heels that had become the norm didn't do much to make up. Carol had helpfully texted me that I would need "medium" pantyhose.I got home and Carol said:"Now you are wearing panties and pantyhose why don't you go all the wayand wear this French Maid's outfit?"She was holding it up for me to see."Uh...Oh...Hmm..." I see you are confused...Why don't you put the cover on the parrot cagetonight and we will talk this over."I went down to put the cover on the cage and the parrot said "PrettyPolly" as usual."Yeah, that's what I am wearing I said bowing to. I was going mad. I had never been so aroused in all my life. I started running my hand through her hair, fearing it would make her pull away, knowing I had to take the risk. I had to, at the least, get a real rejection so I could let the attraction go. She shifted her arms, and I knew that meant the window was closing. She pulled back slightly, turning to face me as she did. 'Now or never' I thought. As she began moving her arms back to her sides I went for it. I looked into her gorgeous.