He slid his hat over his head to hide his face and waited.He got a good glimpse of the girl in the soft light that existed. There were no cars on the ...oad and not another soul in sight. She was wearing a short skirt, heels, a red-coloured crop-top. She had long browny-red hair, and had a coat over her shoulder, although it was not done up; it was a warm night.She looked in her late teens or early twenties, and he licked his lips; she would be the prettiest girl to date. Of course, this wasn't. I was grateful & somewhat sad, some-how, mom usually liked to talk with a lot of near-horniness in her words. I'm pretty sure see caught me, eying her tits a few time during the meal, but all she did was smile. After dinner, we sat on the couch, watching the news or something (wasn't really taking notice of the TV) Mom wore a flimsy, summery dress that left nothing to the imagination. I watched the sensuous sway of her hips & the pumping of her cheeks when she got up to get us a drink. She. Hismouth quirked into an almost smile as his pale blue eyed glittered withamusement. He took Blue in a rough hug."So how's it goin' brother? Been a while. Not quite your usual chickie.Switchin' out are ya?" The smile got wider at his own humour and helaughed at Blues scowl."Hey, don't sweat it dude. Just teasin' ya. Seems like a nice kid, justcurious." Blue took a deep breath and shook his head. "You can be a right shitcan't ya Jake. This is Chris, 'she's' a friend, alright. She is alsoJess. I putthe blue dress on. I was slowly getting better and dealing with a backzip. I was relieved to see that the dress was a decent length. A fewinches above the knee. I picked up the red dress, put it on a hanger andput it in the wardrobe. It seemed the girly thing to do. I checked thetime. It was five minutes to ten. I quickly drew in some eyebrows,applied some lipstick, put my shoes on, remembered to pick up my handbag,and left the room. No-one else was on our corridor. And I had the lift.