She always pushes me to buy the more outrageous items, the ones that are cut low, revealing the curve of my breast, sometimes barely avoiding my nippl...s popping out. Skirts so short, I’m forced to wear knickers to avoid everyone seeing my bare bottom (not always though – oops). Today she purchased a pair of thigh-high boots that looked ridiculously sexy. I couldn’t decide whether it made her look too much like a ‘madam’ but there was no way I was saying that out loud.Ange likes to tempt and. " Oh yeah? What the fuck are you going to do about it? You going to toss me out of the house? Well please fucking do! The sooner I get out of this fucking place the happier I will be. What do you fucking think about that?"Yolanda reached across the table and slapped my face. "You go to your room right now and we will see what your father has to say when he gets home."I was going to say, "Fuck you" and leave the house, but then I decided that it was time that I had it out with my father. I was. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. He reached up and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear. A gesture that was becoming more habitual every second. She bit her lip softly waiting for his reply. "Alright, just let me get the cook book." He said, reaching around her for the shelf where he kept all his cook books and family recipies. Sarah tried to step back a little bit, nervous at how close she was to him. Her hips hit the counter behind her and with a gasp she realized she was traped. It was either piled high in a beehive or flipped up at her shoulders, and was held in place by a heavy coating of hair spray. Ann, and her friends, must have kept the hair spray industry in business. Many of the guys joked about not smoking around their girlfriends hair out of fear of an explosion. Many of the hairsprays of that time were basically lacquer, a highly flammable basis for paint. When I went to Anns home Friday evening to pick her up, instead of honking the horn and waiting in.