I’menjoying teasing myself with just these shiveringthoughts and the feel of the fabric rubbing over mynipples.Now I’ve just finished doin... the laundry left over fromthe trip. It has evoked so many sexy memories of allthe crazy things we did last week. Each piece ofclothing I touch is whispering secret stories into myears. My whole body is getting charged up and alive.Ironing is normally such a drag, but I get out theironing board. And that’s when I hear a knock on thedoor to. Argus replied heavily."It better be an A+, or you'll be seeing me again." She replied."Is that a good thing or a bad thing, Ms. Baumann?" Mr. argus replied slyly. Jenn stopped for a minute."Look, Mr. A. I'm doing this for one thing and one thing only, and that’s for my grade, you got it? I'm not going to go home with an F on this paper, so I suggest you change it before you request anything else, because your starting to make me angry." She said seriously, hunched over looking at him straight. " "I'm sorry," I said looking down. There were so many things I could've said, but that was all I could manage. "That is my son. My baby boy Elena!" Julia exclaimed. "He's not a baby anymore," I snapped. "We didn't even want you to know." "Well, I do," she said. "Did he tell you?" I asked. "Yes. He told me," Julia explained. "He was acting weird after you left the other day, so I asked him why. he didn't answer me. So I kept asking over and over again, and he finally got annoyed and told me. That all an act?"Mr. Renoir shook is head. "No, he genuinely likes girls like you, and hesaid you were a lovely young woman. If he didn't think so...you wouldn'tbe sitting in my office." Chapter 9Halloween; the previous year.Charles walked into the party pleased with the way he looked. It wasonly at Halloween that he gave into his urges and went out dressed inwomen's clothes. His whole life he had the urges, but had learned to suppress them. Thiswas done for self.