"Why her?" She's hot," Jim grinned. "She has a great voice, and did I mention thatshe's hot?" Oh crap, you want me to be your wet dream, don't you?" I...grumbled. "Alldolled up in a frilly dress and heels!"I expected some sort of comeback from Jim, some half hearted attempt tojustify my becoming an ultra feminine singer but there wasn't a sound.When I turned to see what the problem was, I saw him with a blank stareand leering grin on his face. I didn't want to consider what he would bethinking as. "Nothing." Do you really expect me to believe that? You looked like the cat that ate the canary and had cream for desert."Dave sighed, knowing that his mother wouldn't let it go. So he decided to tell her part of the story. "I was thinking about the looks I got from the men at the airport when I walked with Aunt Veronica and Acacia."A grin broke out on his mother's face. "Hmmm, I see! Yeah, you were probably the envy of every guy who saw you. They are beautiful, aren't they?" Uhm ... s-sure,". He looked me up and down without expression. ?Pull the dress up to your armpits slut.?I did as told, feeling excited again by being exposed to his gaze, even in the ridiculous sneakers. He motioned with his hand for me to turn around. I did, wondering at his curious behavior. ?Good, no marks on you.? I realized then that he hadn?t spanked or beaten me in a few days. ?Let?s go.?We got in the car that was parked in front of our house. A quick glance revealed that there was no one on the. "Can we play tennis?" Sure, we haven't done that in ages. How about we play then ride our bikes up to Ocean Drive and have a late lunch on the boardwalk?" Great, I'll find the tennis rackets and get dressed."Twenty minutes later Jimmy was waiting at the car for his mom. When he saw her come out he let out a wolf whistle. She was wearing her white tennis outfit with the little white tennis skirt. She had her hair tied back in a pony tail and wore no makeup on her face. She looked like a young.