It almost looked like a bustier. Dark blue or black with light blue trim. A pretty bow on the strap. Her hair was in a ponytail off of her shoulder. H...r bangs falling down across her face. She turned and smiled at another woman in the store, probably a sales-girl.That smile made his gut even tighter. That smiling face had kept him company so many nights when he worked as his family slept. So had her vast collection of lingerie. But really it was the smile, always the smile. It melted him a. He was after small and delicate, aman who would be a better wife then a husband. He had little to noability to talk to woman, a sissy in her eyes. So Miss Styles decidedthis is what he would become. He would become a true prissy sissy missy."I am overjoyed you love your new dress Melissa," her mother said. "Youhave been very, very good girl for mommy, so she thought she would rewardyou with a present." Thank you mother for the new dress," Melissa replied in a sweet, lovingand soft tone.Miss. "Moose, it would seem that all of us have had some important realizations lately. I would like to ask you a couple things. First, do you still trust me?" Midge was not really sure what he would say and was not sure what she would if he replied negatively."I know that you would never do something to hurt me intentionally. You are still my friend Midge." Moose was slow to get that first sentence out, like he was not sure what he was going to be saying at the beginning. But by the time that he was. ..Béla slid behind the wheel of her exciting little red Viper after reconnecting the car battery. She glared at Frank, annoyed by his rather controlling attitude and his safety instructions. He folded his arms and glared back at her. It was after two a.m. in the morning and she was fed up with all those military types and the way they lurked around her like she was some kind of freak."Fasten it!" Frank insisted. Béla stuck her tongue out at him and clipped her seat belt to the console that.