She wore them all the time, not a big high heel wearer. These were her go to dress shoes. Very worn out but still sexy. She was wearing black knee hig...s under her pants. The foot rested on top of the seat and that made me turn around very fast.Courtney’s legs were spread and they were both rubbing her inner thighs and rubbing her pants into her pussy it seemed. She was licking my mother’s lipstick off her own finger and then turned right to my mom and they started making out. My step father. "Why are you fading?" I asked. He was becoming less substantial, in thesame way that the fog boils away to nothing when the sun comes up."Probably because you're leaving the brink," Jasmine said. "You're notjumping today." Oh, fuck!" I cursed the ghost as he faded away. Had he tricked me? Keptme talking until the police showed up? Or was that just my paranoia atplay? Schizophrenics do a great line in paranoia, always assuming thatevery little setback is part of a grand conspiracy to keep them. "Boys, how is school going for you? You need to study hard so you can get a good job andattract a sexy wife. Girls want a man who offers them a secure future, and that's why I marriedWolfgang."She mentioned Wolfgang a lot when she talked to us, and he was a highly-paid aircraft mechanicwith a great job that gave him high-pay and great benefits, including a big pension. He died12 years ago, and Bridgett lived on his pension and death benefits from Social Security.She also talked about her. I finally figured it out. My face burned. “I couldn’t...”“Why not? It lays your cards on the table,” said Janice.“Yes, you’ve got a nice kitty,” said Alicia. “No red-blooded boy with a pulse could turn it down.”“We’ll even join you on the Slut Wall,” volunteered Janice, “although we’ll be keeping our panties on.”“We will?” asked Marcia.“Will what?” asked Cilla. “Join Heather on the Slut Wall or keep our panties on?”“I need more vodka,” I groaned, and reached for the bottle.THE SLUT WALL, OAKEN.