Elizabeth felt the color drain from her face as her heart seemed to come to a stop within her chest. ‘What?’ she whispered, her shaking hand risin... to clasp at her throat. ‘The storm scared the horses and they ran off the road,’ her father continued, finally looking away from Elizabeth and pacing in front of her. ‘And you were not there! You know he’s too young to fully control those beasts!’ he shouted, wheeling around and pointing an accusing finger at her. ‘Papa, I…’ Elizabeth said, unable. Great, I thought, she wants tomake love. She had other ideas and came to me, pulled up the skirt of her dress andpulled down my boxer shorts and told me to put on her panties. "If we aregoing to cross dress for the party then we have to do it right."I protested but she was adamant so I finally agreed and stepped into them.I must say that the feel of the still warm satin was incredible. As Ihitched the skirt of my dress up to pull the panties up Joanne reachedaround me and fastened the suspender. I was amazed at the age range of the kids that came through the front doors—some with parents and some just dropped off out front and sent in alone. My office is on the main floor, so I have a clear view of the entry when my door is open.Bernie, the accountant in the third upstairs office, helped with my incorporation, does my taxes, and generally keeps me honest in my bookkeeping. Whether he has any clients other than the three he shares the house with, I don’t know.I have direct access to the. “I see you only brought one guitar with you. Traveling light?” Remas asked.“Yeah. Wouldn’t have that if it weren’t for the opportunity for Desi and me to practice a little. What do you have for us?” I asked as we climbed into a cab.“I hope you like this. You know Sergio Leone wasn’t the only Italian who made spaghetti westerns? I’ve learned a lot about that lately. Anyway, Morricone scored a lot of them that weren’t Leone’s. I figured the important thing we were after was the music and not.