So it was one night a bunch of us young "Turks" were hanging out scoping the women hoping to get lucky before the night was over.It was then I saw Mar..., slim and trim with short blond hair, she made her way to the bar where I was standing, wearing a form fitting black outfit with black ankle booties and looking hot. Turning she asked "Could you recommend a good Jamaican drink", caught off guard I managed to asked if her preference were sweet or straight and when she said sweet I suggested a. Nine oclock. Much too early for bed. Or at least, for his own bed. He turned to the back pages of his contacts book and made a few calls. After three invitations to leave a message after the tone and one sorry, Im washing my hair, he gave up. He knew of one or two watering holes where his acquaintances would be but a night out with the guys didnt appeal. He was hungry. No point in looking in the fridge: it was due for restocking. In desperation Harry went to his car, drove to the nearest. I wanted so badly to try on a whole outfit but i was terrified of getting caught. Then i got an idea. I picked out the clothes i wanted to try on (a purple tank top with short shorts and a padded purple bra with a lacy thong) and went to my room, locked the door then striped down and started to put on the thong and bra. It felt so good to be wearing them, it just felt right but something was off, i needed boobs. I stuffed the bra with socks and then it looked right. Then i put on the shorts. She was sitting down next to me humming a cheerful tune as she looked over my work. “That’s wrong,” she happily told me, “Number 4 too. Oh and you really screwed up on number 13. How dumb can you be to miss number 19? Are you trying to fail Max?”“I’ll go back and check them later,” I tried to ignore her and continue but she snatched my paper away and ripped it up in my face. An hour of hard work was now trickling out of her fingers like rain into the garbage can. A stuck up bitch at 6 foot,.