Perhaps she had been a little conceited, thinking they weren't good enough for her. But that was a product of fear; inside she had always felt like a ...ittle girl scared of what could happen to her.Coming to school was a chance to change that. For one thing, the men were more mature here. For another, such an enormous change in her environment was certain to have its effect on her, and she was more than happy to accept those effects. She wanted to start dating, perhaps even to start having. "Are you wearing a slip?" she asked.When I said that I was wearing only a camisole she strode off to return almost right away with a long white half-slip, with a lace-trimmed slit nearly to the waist. "The slip's not as pretty as I know you like" she said. "But it'll let us be sure that the dress hangs right. Make sure the slit is on the left, and take-off your bra. This dress is for a girl who's not afraid to be seen, who has firm breasts! Old women can't wear this type of dress" She. He shook Daddy’s hand and gave Mom a kiss on the cheek, then smiled at me. “I was surprised when your father mentioned he’d be bringing you. I hadn’t known you had joined our group.”“Uh, it sort of surprised me, too,” I answered, at which Daddy snorted and Mom giggled.Roger simply raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Well, go on in and join the party.” He clapped Daddy on the shoulder and turned to greet the couple coming in behind us.Mom led the way down the hallway into the living room, with me. “Erm...um… I …er...three nights,” I lied. “Right,” she said, “I was going to give you 3 strokes as it is your first time but you lied to me. You have done no more than one half hour practice at the most, so now I will give you another 6 strokes to encourage you to tell me the truth in future.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Please, no, Miss Edwards, I have been so busy I didn’t have time, I will practice next time, I promise.” “You should have thought of that before, now, strip down.