She even asked if Iwould help her put some on when mum was out on a Saturday and our dadwould be asleep.Wow! Of course I agreed. But that's also a d...gression...Once on the stage it was obvious I was going to win as the other two"Misses" were looking OK, but were nowhere near as glamorous as me and Iglided across the stage to answer my questions, then posed in the lineand adopted my position - which Mrs Thompson told me years later was so"beautifully precocious" that she almost fainted.Once. I quickly cross my arms to cover them up.Slowly, hesitantly, I look up, only to see Mr. Feyla looking back at me,quizzically. Then his eyes drop.He's checking me out!"Morgen?" I quickly stepping over to her. "Is there... uh... anything Ican do to help?" Of course, sweetie," she says, gently brushing my bottom with herfingertips before putting an arm around my waist. Oh god, her fingers!The thin slippery fabric of the nightgown, robe and panties transmit hertouch almost as if I were naked.Almost. ”“What’d we do?”“Nothing. Nothing, it’s not you.” She swiped the hair from her face. She sighed and twisted her dress in a hand.He stood and invaded her space. “What are you hiding?”“Nothing,” she said. “I bid you to leave my home now.”He shrugged and stepped aside. The others followed, filing out the open door into the night. Demetor stayed behind. He let the rest of the vampires fade out before turning to Sophrosyne.“Are you okay?”“I’m fine.”“You know you can talk to me.”She gave him a forced. .No, But i have played with Linda." I suspected that you were, but I didn't know how to ask you that until now. I'm glad you are being honest with me about this."Mum again hesitated, as if she was building up her courage to ask me something else. Her eyes darted briefly down to the now obvious bulge in my robe before meeting my own awkward stare again. She was speaking softly and hesitantly as if she wasn't sure of herself.Mark" What mum?" Well...If you are so turned on, does that mean that you.