Time and careful preparation on my part. But she called my hand before I could bet, because she began dating again, much to my disapproval.On the nigh... that she finally thought it was safe to bring her boyfriend home (she thought that I was out with my friends), I had staked out the whole place, particularly her bedroom door. They talked and drank for some time before they boldly ventured towards her bedroom.I saw them both as she led him up the stairs and into the darkened hallway. My good. "I know you've been getting it for free as part of an unwrittenagreement, but... that space is just too good a Location to be usedlike that. What we need is to subdivide the Storage area and makeanother Living Unit out of it. The way prices are in this part of town,we could take a hefty chunk off our overhead just by renting it out.Hell, we wouldn't even have to advertise." But where would we store everything?" Same place," I said. "But in about half the space, with high-densityStorage Units.". "Mind you" she added, "You will find that boys like the idea of you wearing stockings and some times you wear stockings just to please them."I blushed at the mention of boys again and Ann noticed my face turn red. She grinned and said,"Susan, you will have to get used to the idea that boys will want to take you out. You are going to be a very attractive girl and sooner or later some boy will want to take you out on a date."I told her that I realised that and I did accept that I would end up. The twilight between sleep and day continued. With eyes closed I drifted, almost trancelike, as wave after wave, pulse after pulse of sensation surged through me. It was long and because of that, messy. Then relaxed and sated, my body went limp and I sunk into my pillow. Limp, that is, except for an erection that would never go away. Six months, forever, what's the difference?I could have drifted another ten minutes, another half hour, another day. But no, suddenly there were things I had to.