Unlike many of her friends, she didn't have a large trust fund. A small allowance was all they gave her, but between it and her money from the gallery... she was able to make ends meet, barely.Clothing was a top concern for her, but of course a woman's clothing budget was never enough. Not all the lottery winnings in the world could hope to fill up the infinite appetite for the ever changing whims of a young woman's taste, especially not one who wanted to be seen as cultured. Who wanted to convey. .." Oh do be quiet, and listen, I am trying to help you". Her severe tone made me stop, and I figured I had best hear her out. Besides I didn't really want to explain about our kinky games in the bedroom."She wanted to kick you out of the house, there and then. Throw you onto the street in your 'silly sissy uniform'. I begged her to give you a chance. You should thank me for my intervention."Silence hang in the room, as she seemed to study me. It slowly dawned on me that she was waiting for me. Now in my late twenties I was still reeling at the prospect of being a pervert. I met another girl, Karen, she was a beauty, very pleasing to the eye and a very good wife and mother to her son from a previous marriage. Soon I was walking down the isle again and we pledged our lives to each other.Things were great for the first few years, then she started to get quite serious pains in her stomach at "that time of the month". Repeated trips to the doctors could not shed any light on the problem. Her sundress revealed an amazing set of tits and she was quite dark. She was of mixed race, probably Japanese, although she had bleached her much lighter and a really sexy nose ring. She smiled and waved at me as she recognized me and called me over. All four of the girls now were facing me and smiling, all I knew was her name, so I laughed and pointed at her and said “Anna, right?” She laughed too and said “yesssssss” and then they all giggled. I introduced myself, and they all moved.