The skirt that I was wearing was also made of pinkvelveteen to match the leotard, around its rim was an inflatable ringwhich was joined to a second ri... at the waist by six inflatable spokes.None of them were very big, only about a centimetre in diameter, butthey were enough to hold the material of the skirt out and to make itsway sexily. At the back of my skirt was my piece de resistance, mytail. Sixteen separate pieces, each measuring eight feet in lengthrising up from a little shelf hidden in. ?That was a waste. Not interested in what going to happen to you? Why this is happening to you? Is there any way to get out of it?? The man shook his head. ?The answer is quiet obvious Liz. I’m Santa Claus, and I’ll give you this for free, you’ve been a very naughty girl. The naughtiest in fact. Billy hanging himself last night with Christmas lights put you over the top, so now you have to come with me.? As he finished speaking the old, fat, man lunged forward with amazing dexterity. I waited for one of the lads and made my excuses to walk her home. On the way back to Vicky's she observed that it was strange that she dresses like this and gets a guy, after a few dates and an argument or two about her covering up she ends up single again. I tell Vicky that I don't understand either, if you've got it flaunt it, has always been a good mantra. She definately has it and if she was on my arm I'd be flaunting her too. We were approaching Vickys dorm, getting on like ahouse on fire. Her panties were too torn to wear, and she couldn’t find her bra. She just wanted to get home, to get home and take a shower. To wash the evidence of her rape off of her. The walk back to her dorm was the longest of her life. She could feel the passers-by’s eyes on her, she felt like somehow they knew. ‘Lanie, where have you been?’ Poppy asked as she opened the door. ‘We’ve been worried sick…’ and she trailed off as she saw the look on Melanie’s face. ‘Gee Melanie, what happened?’ she asked.