Myth making, bliss enhanced, artful colorings of life. My coat off now reveals a tasteful black skirt cut to mid thigh, short enough to demand attent...on while long enough to deem respect. Black silky stockings grace my legs, secret knowledge that they are lace topped thigh his make me giggle with glee. Leather knee hi boots with 3′ heels creates an Amazonian appearance, regal and wanton. I love being tall and walk with an air of confidence that blooms from my essence. My tight, black cardigan. An elderly minister with his rather young wife looked with disapproval at the displays of affection between Richard and Ellen, harmless as they were. When Eleanor confessed that she was on her way to her marooned fiancé, they were shocked.“I would let no daughter of mine travel to a foreign land!” the minister exclaimed.“My parents gave me a good upbringing,” Eleanor answered sweetly. “This is why they can trust me.”That did it, and for rest of the journey the couple did not speak to Eleanor. "Felix?" He whispered, like he was afraid to hope.At that moment the fireman manning the hose noticed too. He called to one of his co-workers who ducked under the spray of the arcing water and walked cautiously into the shadows of the alley. He disappeared for long minutes, but then he was back, his arms full with the writhing body of a wet and very pissed off longhaired yellow cat."Felix!" The young man shouted and ran to the fireman, arms outstretched.The rescuer was glad to turn over his. ..so I ended up with some heavy petting, make-out sessions, etc....until I met Vickie.Vickie was a thick 16 year-old with milky white skin, a bleached platinum-blonde spiky hair-do, and tits. One of the other main things I remember about her is that she was dumb as hell. I mean, I've fucked some vapid women, but I think Vickie has to be by far the dumbest. Not bimbo dumb, but white-trash dumb....but hey, beggars can't be choosers, right? :PAnyway, I met her through a friend, who had been.