After all, that was my goal for her as I lovingly raised her.******I got out of the car first, and then extended my arm for her to hold onto as she cl...mbed out. She pulled the hem of her skirt down and adjusted it to make sure it was straight. Together, we walked into the club. As plain as the building was in front, the opulence that awaited us inside was simply stunning.We stopped first and checked our coats, the proceeded down a long hallway into the lavishly-decorated great room of the club.. My teacher at the newly formed Christian school hadadded a few comments to my report card, probably just to justify hisexistence.The first commit was that I needed to pay more attention in class. Thesecond was that blue jeans are not acceptable attire. I can tell you it'spretty difficult to pay attention to material that you already covered twoyears previous from the supposedly failing public school system. I did ownone pair of corduroy pants but the inseam was threadbare. They howeverdid. People know not to scoff or defame me or my family. Don’t get me wrong I’m not a base person; a man treats me with respect, regardless of his station, and I treat him the same. If it’s the meanest thrall, the ugliest hag; they may sit with me when I rest. I’ll share my water with any man or woman as long as he or she shows a decent respect and does his or her fair share of the work. We men of the house have a standard to keep; we represent our lord wherever we go.About my wife; there’s a woman!. Crawford’s legs. Oh hell, I could see clearly; she was wearing stockings and suspenders. Then, I got the shock of my life!“My god, Jennifer – he’s actually looking up my skirt!!!”Jennifer calmly turned to me, “Well, Peter, were you looking up my mother’s skirt?”I blushed crimson, clearly conveying my obvious guilt. “I’m ever so sorry, Miss and, err, Madam, I wasn’t thinking; please forgive me. It was terribly rude of me.”“Thinking is exactly what you were doing, Peter. Thinking dirty thoughts.