“I don’t want anything, I just want to be left alone,” she said.She was always out of the house for some or other work. This was making her irri...ated as it was going smoothly as per her plan. It wasn’t going well and I was starting to get pissed. I am not used to dealing with teenagers, especially moody ones. I guess I lost my temper. I marched into the spare bedroom and I said Priya I understand u may be upset but no showing attitude to me. I shut the door on my way back and I walked down the. Once again her fear of being doomed to humiliation at the hands of others washed over her and she resolved to take control of the situation and beat fate to the punch. She started the car toward a large downtown clothing store.Once there, Tamara made her way to the hosiery. If she was going to do this, she would do it right. She milled through a varied selection of fishnet stockings, nylons, and silk stockings, finally opting for standard fare black sheer pantyhose. She moved on to the. A limp hand lay splayed across the front corridor...Blood trickling onto the wooden porch boards..."God forgive me..." She breathed, the palpable chill filling her lungs.She had made her decision.The chilling rain pelted down, something dark mixing with the muddy water licking at her nose...The tingling began softly, like a light feather playing across her skin, traversing it's way upwards, inwards...It was their blood swirling within the puddle....Sean's blank eyes staring back...It was. We would have to offer a little something extra; something the guys would not expect. We agreed that we had to make sure the men were satisfied, so it couldn’t be just straightforward stripping any more; they had to be prepared to stump up serious cash and hopefully keep doing so in the future. In the last few weeks we had bought items for Sue’s wardrobe, and some “accessories,” of which more later, and planned a nice erotic evening that we knew would go down well. We had thought through a few.