She tried to smile broadly under her headscarf. She held Natasha’s two bags tightly against her knees. Owen turned to Frieda.She was bundled up in a...heavy winter coat. Her brown hair came out of her pink toque in a thick braid and rested on her shoulder. There was snow starting to fleck over all of them. Owen looked up and got a flake to the eye. He frowned. He looked at the house in front of him. He looked back at Frieda. Her cheeks flushed red, hiding her freckles. He smiled.“What’ll your mom. She was clad in a leather dominatrix outfit and held a whip in her right hand. He watched her take a few steps towards him then stand on her 6-inch stiletto heels with her legs slightly apart."Who are you?" asked the slightly startled Principal."Shut up," she growled and cracked the whip for emphasis.Reginald found that he was growing hard as the young woman glared at him.She looked him up and down then cracked her whip again."Strip, slave," she demanded.Reginald Pendergrast, Principal of. . uh" Xander scrambled to find his words of insult, but Willow spoke before he could finish."It's Cordelia."Xander looked at Willow."Yes. It's the Cordelia," he said pointedly."Look," began Cordelia as Xander sighed in impatience, "I really need some up and up on my Psychology grade. Miss Alexander said I could get some extra credit if I interviewed this mental-hypnotist guy." Hypno-mentalist," corrected Willow."Exactly why I'm here," continued Cordy, "I was wondering if you could give me a. She also gave me a white lace choker which was held in place with a blackribbon. It matched my dress she told me.Somehow the fact that we were dressed the same meant a bond formedbetween Marie and I quite quickly. Even though we were both dressed asFrench Maids we both found both each other (and the female customers)attractive.It turned out Marie was a lesbian but she found me attractive as Ireminded her of her last girlfriend who also had a ponytail like mine andknowing that I was a man.