. clean slate. Please? With you ... and Jess, that is. Or whichever one of you will forgive me, that is,” Tim urged me to forgive him for what he di....“Really, dude? YOU PULLED MY OWN GUN ON ME! MY FUCKING SHOTGUN ON ME!” I shouted angrily and hung up on him.Naturally, Tim wasn’t one to just give up on something that he wanted, so my phone rang yet again. Same stupid ringtone ... I was in no forgiving mood and I suspected that neither was Jess. He came between us and caused real pain and trouble. Bold strokes on fine linen paper. The simple signature was a cryptic: ‘A devoted one.’ The mystery was fascinating and irresistible. The countess bathed herself in perfumed waters and donned a fresh chemise, then called on her young attendant to help her into her new satin corset, which lifted her aging yet ample breasts into ripe mounds. White silk leggings were fitted up to her scented thighs and held in place by finely embroidered garters. A light, white petticoat completed the inner layer.. He looked at his tiny hands, feet and peppermint stripe nightshirt he had on. As he reached down between his legs and found nothing, a smile had spread across his face. A dream comes."Coming, mother." Paul said in his now little girl voice as he slipped out of bed and ran to the dresser. He soon got out a pair of panties, Taupe pantyhose, a red dress with puffy sleeves and yellow and blue polka dots on it. "Need some help, dear?" Paul's mom said as she came upstairs and watched her daughter get. "I look like I'm about to said 'I do'. I really like this one," said Summer, pointing to a black skirt with a cream colored blouse. "You look too foreward. It's as though your saying 'Hello sir, please screw me.' Ow!" Summer had elbowed Bess, and Bess went away chuckling. That evening, Josh was dressed in a formal tuxedo that made Summer feel hideously plain. However, Josh complimented her so much on her outfit (she went with the skirt/blouse combination) that she felt like a princess; or, at.