’ ‘I don’t know Connie, I don’t think one instance is sufficient for scientific acceptance. I believe you will have to get drunk and experienc... subsequent hangovers a few more times before you can conclusively show that sex is a cure for hangovers. Mind you If you do want to eventually report such findings of course I am not adverse to being your guinea pig for the necessary experimentation. I always love to help society’ They both laughed at their banality. Now that they were fully awake they. "Yes, Mistress."' -Meekly, I went to the door, opened it and curtsied to the man standingoutside."Won't you come in, Sir?' I said in my best: feminine voice."Well, well, well!" His eyes lighted up as he looked at me up and down.He was tall, well-built and well-dressed, and he towered over me as heentered. "Don't you find that outfit a little chilly, Miss?"Miss! It suddenly occurred to me that he thought I was a girl! Tanya'swork was that perfect! I had never dreamed that I would actually. They lay, panting in each other’s arms, each afraid to let go because they knew this was the last time. He whispered and promised he would be there, waiting for her. When Richie woke the next morning, Beccah was already gone. She had left him a note telling him she loved him, and promised to let him know how to reach her, when she got to where she was going. That never happened. Oh, he had heard she had gone back to college, but she never contacted him. Still, he left the light on, waiting for. In the few months I had been there, I had blossomed as my body developed, my breasts, though small, were of sufficient shape and desirably, twin peaks adorned with cup-caked areola, typical for girls my age, hence my reluctance to wear a brassiere, especially in the house, I let them sway in a fluid motion, enticing men to reach for them and tease the nipples to harden, daddy had noted this and remarked as to their teasing, I responded brazenly one morning by removing my shirt, I breakfasted.