Naturally, the concierge stopped her at the door.“You’re not a resident here,” he stated flatly, gripping her arm a little too firmly.Stacy coul... have snapped his arm in one motion, but in knowing that, kept her cool. “I have a special delivery for Alyssa Childers.”“You mean Alyssa Miles?” he answered in a haughty manner. “You don’t even know her name. I’d advise you to leave.”“Her name is Alyssa Childers, and she’s my mother,” Stacy answered as un-snidely as she could. “Her ex-husband, my dad,. It would be easier if you could nudge Mom and Dad and my two siblings into thinking that it would be a good idea for me to stay here. Can you do that without it being obvious?Yeah, I think so. I'll have to work on the technique, but I think that I could manage it. I will discuss this with Mom to see if she has any good ideas.By the way, how does your family feel about you tying up with me. After all, I am only 14 years old and you are 16. Is that important to them?Nobody has said anything about. ” I shrugged. While I probably should have gone home, I didn’t really feel like it. It was not very often that I got time alone with Mandy. “Should at least stick around until the end of the game, I guess.” “Good,” Mandy answered, a smile lighting up her face again. To my surprise, and secret delight, she nestled over closer to me on the couch we were sharing. It felt nice to have Mandy close to me and a light, flowery scent, probably her soap or shampoo, wafted over me. We didn’t watch. "How are you going to pee?" I asked."Oh yes." He said as he looped the suspender straps under the panties and carried on rolling the stockings up his legs. When he had finished I told him to wait a minute. From my jewellery box I got a small padlock and slipped it through two small holes that I had made earlier at the back of the suspender belt."This is to stop you taking them off without me knowing. The only way to get the belt off without the key is to snap it off. Whilst I am sure you are.