There was a quiet challenge in her eyes also which seemed to say, ‘Bring it on, if you dare’.“Um… I’m Jacquie from next door, and I seem to ...ave locked myself out of the house….” I started to explain myself like a little school girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She looked into my eyes with such magnetic intensity that in spite of myself I found myself looking into her as well. It was obvious she wasn’t listening, so I paid attention and discovered she was pointing in the direction of. She looked so self-assured, Marciamarveled, thinking back to how insecure and terrified she'd been at thatage, long after that age, in fact. How did her daughter get to be soself-confident; it certainly had nothing to do with anything Marcia hadtaught her or any example she'd set.She had to give Claire the credit for that, if anyone deserved it. And,begrudging as Marcia might have been to give Claire credit for anything,her ex didn't lack for self-confidence--bully and bluster, if one werebeing. ’We soon arrived and got ready for bed. When I asked her where I should sleep (the couch was pretty small and full of whatnots), she pointed to the couch: ‘Either there ...’ and then to her bedroom: ‘... or there!’‘What about you?’, I asked, being a bit slow in understanding.‘I’m sleeping here!’, and pointed to her bed.‘And I can really chose?’‘Sure!’Of course I pointed to her bed, and not much later we lay underneath the covers, hugged, caressed each other, kissed shyly, then wilder .... She. Smooth legs could be seen beneath white stockings and up to his kneesappeared to be entrapped in heavy leather white boots. The heels felt likeblocks on his feet and were very high. The long laces were strapped andknotted up his feminine clad legs, giving no chances of undoing them if hewas going to make the flight.Getting to his feet was difficult enough and the prospect of mincingacross the airport looking like a total service slut made his cheeks flushwith shame. His privates felt so.