Would he call the police? Could he contact my parents? Was he a predator? What did he mean about not confining himself to men's clothing?"Hello Creeky..." I wrote that evening "Thanks for your message and yes I would like to know that at least I'm not alone in my desire to wear sexy women's underwear sometimes." I spilled out a few more details but nothing specific or i*****l, just in case. I signed off as Wednesday and went to bed in some of my spoils of the week. Next day I took his bus route. "Well, what am I really worried about? Meagan is so reluctant to try anything new; I don't think I need to worry about her. And Peter has proven himself to be completely and totally professional. I can't see him doing anything he shouldn't." Sitting back down at her desk, she canceled the impending delete of her merged images and moved her easel to where she could work and she the monitor at the same time.Having switched into work mode, Debbie stopped debating the appropriateness of what she. Everything he did was filled with kindness. His room was big and fancy. His bed was enormous. I was an emotional wreck. I remember him taking off my clothing. He gave me what he called a sleeping pill. I remember the warmth of his body. I remember his lips. I remember the blackest night with deep sound sleep. I awoke some long time later. It was daylight. I was completely nude, covered with a blanket, lying beside Bobby in his large four poster canopy bed. I was resting on his right arm as he. Along with my perfectly done up face,hair and nails I nowhad the look of a TRUE Jenkins Academy girl!"Ohhhh Leann it is so good to have my daughter back again!" She gave meone more hug and then took my hand walking me downstairs. We grabbed ourcoats and purses and made our way out to the car. I was now on my way tothe school as a Glamed up Jenkins Girl.The ride to school was filled with more of Mom's humming and singing tothe songs on the radio. She was on cloud nine and I was just sofemininely.