Then she stumbled in the door sloshed, laughing like she’d had the best time in the world, her blouse unbuttoned too far and almost hanging off one ...hite shoulder, her blonde hair a little mussed like she’d been groping, her skirt not able to hide that the creamy pantyhose she’d left wearing were gone. She greeted me warmly, falling against me and reeking of whisky, her high heels falling from her hand where she’d been carrying them. I held her, concerned, angry, letting my eyes roam up and. "Yeah you can join us too if you want John," Ashanti was persistent."Join you? For what?" John asked curiously."Just to hang out. We got plenty of champagne here." Well I can't turn down champagne now can I?" John smiled at Amy.Amy turned back around and went back into the dressing room with John following her. She had to admit he looked damn sexy in his blue jeans and black button up top. His hair was a bit messy and his lips... oh god his lips!"Hey Michelle! Look what Amy found in the. “Do you find it fun Peter?” *I asked sarcastically, knowing he was crying and squirming and desperately trying to avoid the onslaught. He was crying, and finding it hard to speak. I reckoned he had had enough. “No Jackie. It is really hurting, like never before.” “That’s because I have never thrashed you like this before. I must have used the hairbrush a hundred times, and each time with maximum force. You are going to find it hard to sit down for days.” “I am so so sorry Jackie.. You WANT the boys thinking and feeling most of those things. If you try for something too conservative or unflattering, you draw negative attention to yourself. Especially among the other girls. Think about the girls you saw dressed that way. What did you think of them? How did the other girls and the boys treat them? What did they make you think and feel?"He remembered, and wished he hadn't.Janey went on. "The trick is to find something that works for you. Don't try to be cutting edge, 'cause.