Lissa came over and sat down on his bed. He sat on the chair next to the computer desk."Look, if this is about what happened it the pool," he said, "I...m sorry." Oh, I'm not mad. Now that I've had a chance to think about it, I can look back and laugh. Although I'll admit, it's not exactly the kind of story that I'm going to tell my kids later on down the road."Jeff chuckled. "Me neither. Can you imagine that? 'Look, that's Auntie Lissa. Did I ever tell you about the time I pulled her swimsuit. ." she asked.I thought for a second and then thwarted her question with another. "I would be inclined to ask a beautiful girl of your caliber the same question." ha ha," she giggled. "Nice try, don't answer my question with a question and then hit on me in the same sentence. How many?"Damn, she was feisty. "Fuck it, thirteen. You?" Whore!" she giggled. "I have only been with five and they were all boyfriends except for one drunken one night stand in college but I have since grown up." Ooh, tell. After funeral expenses and everything else I could not afford to go back to college, so I found what work I could do, working as a waitress in a local family-style diner.The job did not pay a lot of money, and some days my tips would barely cover the gas for the old clunker I drove back and forth from the tiny apartment I could barely afford. If it wasn't for the fact I was given a meal every shift I worked I would have starved, because utilities, rent, and gas money were eating up every dime I. "Good" she said dropping the garment out of her fingers to the floor."Do as your are told Sissy! I think I am actually going to enjoy this!"she smiled and laughed at me.She turned and sat on the bed and slowly crossed her smooth nylon legs;the room filled with the swish sound of her black stockings crossingagainst each other. Her skirt was so short as she sat crossing herlegs, the stocking tops came into full view exposing her metal garterclasps and black tabs holding her stocking tops so.