" He didn't finish."I don't know either. I have to figure this out, otherwise I'll be forced tostart wearing these clothes in three or four--" Wait a ...econd. What clothes? Back up."I explained him the whole background. When I was through, he promised he'dhelp me out if I needed it. Thanking him, and God, I wished the world weremore full of good people like him.* * *Four days passed and I was in the midst of a crisis--I had no clean, olderclothes! I needed to wear the new clothes and subject. She had decided to wait on me and passed out much the wear for drinking too much on an empty stomoch.I noted there was still a bottle just opened so I poured myself another and sat on the brick wall, shivering as the cold found its way into my bare ass, through the thin material of my dress.Suddenly a beam of light cascaded onto us as we sat, it came from the toilet attendants room and there he stood in the window, looking us up and down.The curtains were drawn again and within minutes he was. If it wasn't for his barely hidden arrogance, that few who got close enough to him could see, she herself might have found him more attractive.He always had a quick smile, a quick wit, and sometimes a touch of mischievousness about him.And as long as she'd known him, he always had the gift of gab, able to charm even the most chilled of receptions by people who didn't like him.Well, almost all, she had never given into him in all the numerous times he tried to charm her or steal a quick feel,. ” A handshake was made. “Hi, I’m Elizabeth.” “Hi Elizabeth, I’m glad to meet you. I’m Lindsey.” An electric stirring echoed all over the store, primarily from the two young ladies now holding hands. “So, uh, Lindsey, what issues of Vampirella are you looking for?” asked Elizabeth. Lindsey drew herself nearer Elizabeth, smiling slightly. “Oh, anything that strikes my . . . interest.” An hour was spent with Elizabeth and Lindsey rummaging through every Vampirella back issue available, all the.