No T-shirts or jeans or tennis shoes or any casual clothesto be found here, even in a feminine variety. Nothing but ultra femininegarments suited to ... fashionable high society lady. She closed the doorthen moved to the large lighted vanity to quickly check her makeup andhair set once again.Upon returning to the kitchen "Timmi" swished out a ladies white nylonchiffon apron, it had a bit of a frilled edge and was as vintage aseverything else she wore. She tied it around her trim waist and into. "How are you today?" "Not bad. How about yourself, Bobby?" Char replied, quite occupied with getting dinner done. Before Bobby could answer, how ever, Kirstie's little brother walked in the door. "Mom, we need to go to the school, please. I accidentally left my bag there." Kirstie's mother looked a lot like Kirstie... Or visa versa. Her eyes didn't change color, but they were still a captivating green-blue. "Alright. Kirstie, will you keep an eye on the roast? I don't want it drying out. Dropped that. I'll have to get it." and she slowly, and exaggeratedly bends over to pick it up and gives Khaos a great view of her ass and legs as she's wearing shorts. His breath catches and as she stands back up she winks at me."Sooo...do you know of anyone that can help us, you sweet man?" she asks him with her most air headed look and voice. Khaos is putty in her hands."Bass, backing vocals, fast study, knowledge of most 80's stuff, and cute would be good, right?" He keeps these categories. I thought I will go to the coffee shop and take some coffee. There was McDonald at the corner of the platform. I found the joint was empty barring 02 middle aged persons having food in one corner table. I went to the counter to ask for coffee but could not see any one while looking inside the counter and I felt someone from the back was also trying to peep in the counter and in the process. He was pressing me hard over the counter with his whole body. There was no space to disengage myself as I.