It read, “Come to my house.” My heart started to beat hard. I thought it would beat right through my chest. I knew that she told her mother about ...t and I was fucked. Gathering up every bit of courage I had I went to her house. there she was in the living room waiting for me.Her mother was not there. I was wondering whether her mother went to fetch a knife to kill me. Rithika got up and said to follow her. She went straight to her room and closed the door behind me and then crossed her arms.. " He was alreadywearing a dress and had a wig on his head, I figured the disguise wouldsurvive anyone glancing our way by chance, but if anyone got toclose..... who knows?Once I had the door opened, a quick glance to confirm there was no oneelse around, so I went back to the car, held the door open and thenhelped him out. It looked like I was escorting a date into my room.It had to be intimidating, but he walked right in despite the surgicalequipment and the needles on display. "Go into the. My tits were still exposed, I realized with a start; I'd been theorizingabout my tights. I was still pretty turned on, and that blocked out themodesty impulse, and my tits suddenly seemed like my best route to sexualfulfillment, my cool soft white breasts. Instead of covering myself up, Istarted playing with my nipples, grabbing handfuls of my tits with my skinnyfingers. It felt wonderful. He looked over at me, laughed, and went back togetting me my dress.First came the petticoats: petticoat. 'Aww,' Ella types. 'If you want to talk, I'm happy to listen.''My mum's a selfish bitch and my dad's more useless than a chocolateteapot,' I type. 'He didn't say one fucking word whilst he was here, mumand grandma did all the arguing. Mum says I've 'wasted her love'. Whatthe fuck does that even mean?''How can you waste love?' Ella replies. 'Surely loving someone is itsown reward?''You are going to make an AWESOME parent one day,' I reply, which Ellareplies to with a 'giggling' emoji.'Give me a.