Basically I always wear some sort of black dress, skintight and black stockings (thigh highs of course) and pumps, fashionable though... and usually...my hair is long and curly when on a "manhunt."I don't have much problem getting men to have sex with me. Not that I'm conceited or anything. I think most "girls" would have the same luck if they dress-up for their men. Anyway, this evening I had on a black short, shiny Lycra dress, high clunky pumps, silver jewelry and fairly bright red. I went through high school with Kimberley (Kim) Graceson being a year behind me. We dated a few times, but I knew I was headed to the Army, so I kept it light. Kim was more interested in going on dates than who it was she was dating and developed a sordid reputation. By the time I graduated, Kim had used up all the senior class and a lot of the junior class boys.After graduation, I spent two weeks just vegging out before I was to start basic training. I had a four-year commitment and was going. I had suffered through the braces drama and was down only to a retainer at night so I hadn’t been called metal mouth in a year. I’m 5 foot 2 with brown eyes that do require reading glasses, mid-back jet-black hair that argues with me every chance it gets. My pale skin contrast with the hair can be shocking if your not prepared for it. My ‘B’ cups were nice but not much more. At just over 100 pounds I was a little doughy but not protruding anywhere, just a thin layer. I had no real friends do to. Beatrice nodded her agreement as she chewed enthusiastically on a piece of toast and marmalade."I know! I regret it more and more and you can still pull out - say you are feeling unwell or have to go away suddenly. I won't blame you one little bit." We gave our word, Uncle and I'm not reneging and I'm certainly not lying to anyone, even those unspeakable villagers. You agree, don't you, Bea?"Beatrice, by now tucking into a plate of eggs and bacon, again nodded her agreement."Beats me how you.