There were lots more items in his collection to playdress up with, but her Mother had made an inspired choice for this firstoccasion."And who is this ...retty little girl?" asked a smiling Jayne.Simon had been instructed by his Nana how to respond and Amanda hadpracticed with him for a few minutes upstairs with dire warnings of theconsequences if he did not do it correctly.Taking the edge of his dress in the fingers of each hand, remembering notto drop Jemima, he made a deep girlish sissy curtsey. The ball was a poor substitute for all of the dances she had missed in her youth, but somehow helping with the ball helped to ease the pain of everything she had missed in her youth.The last time Callie and Cade had been to a dance was last year at Christmas when they attended Cade's work party. He had been working at the tire store. Callie shuddered as she recalled the whipping Cade had given her after the dance because she had flirted with so many men. She had been sore for almost a week. I wasn’t sure. All I knew for sure was I was suddenly hyper alert, not of my surroundings, but of her. The way her pea coat parted to reveal a tightly ribbed shirt that hugged her breasts. Her slightly parted legs, the tilt of her hips, the V of her jeans directing my eyes to her crotch… “I should check on Cleo.” I said, my breath catching in my throat. “Gotcha. I’ll put on some tea. Check on your girl first. See you in a bit.” =^.^= Yeah, I know you don’t want to hear the boring stuff. The. "You do it at school?" "well, yeah. it gives me a rush." I turn to Anne and ask her the question, and she says dare. I tell her we are going to play " are you nervous?: a game where I am going to run my hand up your leg, and you try not to flinch." "okay..." Asi, I start running my hand, and she bites her lip, fighting her automatic reaction. I get closer to the hem of her shorts...closer...and finally only when I get under them does she shiver, and I stop. we look at each other for a.