"What about you, tell me about yourself?"I told her all about my life with mum and dad and how sad I'd been when they were killed in a car crash when ... was eleven."Aw, Annie," I felt her hand taking mine and squeezing it, "That's awful." The orphanage wasn't too bad though." An orphanage?" Yes," I smiled at her. "Well I don't have any other relatives." Oh my God, Annie, you got a boyfriend?"I shook my head and grinned, "No chance, yuk!" Me neither," she laughed. "All that beery breath and. I would be soft for her tonight.As usual during family visits in the summer, there was a small houseful for dinner at another backyard barbecue; but tonight had been different, because Mandy and I exchanged many private and teasing glances. I would look at her across the table when nobody would notice, I'd stare at her until she could feel my gaze penetrating her, warming her; she look my way and I would smile, and in that smile I'd tell her everything we would do to each other when everyone. “Wear that red and white flower dress you got. Just the dress andnothing under it.” That was shameful. I hadn’t wore a dress withoutanything under it for years. I told my husband Carl, that Randy and I were going to themovies. We wouldn’t be back until late. All he did was wave his hand andgrunt. Randy drove us over to Mary’s. Kenny let us in. He was a handsomeboy, brownish unruly hair, hazel eyes and tall like Randy. After all, theyboth were on the basketball. Even worse, the fingers in the gloves were stitched together, and the thumb to the forefinger in an “O”. She could crawl or lift flat objects or give a handjob in these gloves, but manual dexterity was denied to her. What was more, the gloves would not allow her to cover, protect, or undress any part of her body. They magically prevent her hands from drawing near these areas, and she realised she was completely unable to take off any part of her demeaning outfit without help.Blushing furiously,.