“To the new president,” she repeated. They each took a big gulp from their bottles. This time, Loretta didn’t gag, or recoil from the taste, sh... simply drank it down, eagerly.As they drank their second bottles, they talked about a lot of different things—anything but politics. They discussed their classes, they dreamed about what they were going to do after they graduated, and they chatted about guys. They’d had dozens of late-night conversations like this over the years, and ever since they. She stood up with a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut away the straps of the now ruined shirt. After a few firm tugs she held it between her fingers at arms length, a look of distain on her fine features. “It was mainly because of this…thing,” she revealed. There was something insanely erotic in being completely naked, strapped to a chair, while she stood there in a relatively conservative suit reading me the riot act in that cool voice.“Lesson one. Never, I repeat, never again wear. But he'd made themistake, the egregious mistake that day... "Opal" he'd saidhesitantly. Opal had smiled as she was pulling and rubbing Eustace's burgeoningerection, toying with the foreskin with her long magenta nail. "Yes,Eustace, darling?" "I had arequest." Eustace kept looking at the floor as Opal played her long prettyfingers around his cock. "Would you get upset if I just asked, ma'am?" "No,honey" Opal's voice syruped out...venom hiding under lots of treacle, eh?"Tell me anything. You know. "It was three o'clock this morning when Grace came home. I was up worried half-sick, doing my mother hen bit, when your sister came flowing through the door with the gleam of love in her eyes. She ignored my angry questions as if I were mute, or she was deaf, gave me a goodnight hug, and skittered off to bed."I nodded and said, "I'll have a private talk with Dean today, Mom." I'd planned such a talk with him anyway. I glanced at my mother. Did she have some room in her worry place for some.