There was the typical short French maid costume, apparently purchased from the local costume shop, complete with multi-layered petticoats, panties wit... ruffles covering the butt, fishnet pantyhose, black 4 inch heels with ankle straps, breast forms and a blonde pageboy styled wig.I returned to the living room carrying the maid's uniform, "I can't wear this. I won't!" I argued."You can, and will!" she asserted, "and you better hurry up, too, if you want me to help with your makeup to hide your. Queer bastard ... Faggot ... Pansy homo..." Enough!" Christian stopped and I realized I'd started crying and I blinked at him."Why'd you stop?" I asked. "I like it." I don't." Christian tossed the belt to the floor. "You're not any of those things, Kelly." I know." It won't bring your parents back," he sighed, putting his hands on my butt and massaging me, feeling the heat left there by his belt. "You don't have to feel guilty about what happened." I don't." Then what is it?" Christian asked me. She is not a supermodel she doesn"t have huge tits or a big round ass she is a very plain women. But there was something about her I knew I wanted. She was a very old fashioned kind of person especially for only being 36. You would think she is 60. My father was never home always working or out hanging out. So she always slept by herself. Every night I would come home and see her just laying on the couch wearing very sexy little shorts not covering much of anything and a tank top. I always. The sky was clear of clouds, for the moment, making the moonlight seem brighter.Jeannette looked at her watch. 2.47. She had another ten minutes to boarding what ever a Landership was, and there was nothing in sight, just the dark North Sea, illuminated by moonlight hitting wave tops. Nothing else. There was no ship in sight, except the lights of a cruise liner in the distant horizon. It was heading north, probably to Scandinavia or northern Scotland.She shivered, standing there,.