This was working out well. I signed off without joining them and waited for Jennie to come. The doorbell rung and Mom must have answered it."Megan! Je...nie is here to see you."I headed for the stairs and wanted to see my father's stare. Jennie walked over to him and greeted him. "Good evening, Mr. Blaugh. You are looking well today."He took her hand in both of his and said. "You are looking as beautiful as ever." Jennie stepped closer and bumped her pussy against his hand and then turned and. " We're not all uncultured. I've always loved Noyse. And "The Highwayman" describes nights like this better than anything else I've ever heard. I'm glad you like it." It's always been one of my favorites." Then her tone changed slightly, became lighter, more bantering. Too bad you don't know more poetry. I could like getting you to quote poetry to me." You do me wrong," Steve answered in a teasing tone. "I know other poems." Then quote me some romantic piece," she replied."OK." He paused as if. Stay away from him. Hurting people is what he does best"The girl turned and ran out of the gym. I could see she had tears in her eyes. It was obvious she was talking from experience. I looked back towards the gym only to see that Ray and his friends had left.That night as I lay in bed I couldn't get the image of Ray's muscular body out of my mind. It was almost midnight and I was still awake. I could feel the wetness between my legs as I touched my fingers to my vulva; it was puffy and wet. I. "This," she replied with a satisfied tone. She pulled her idea outof the closet and laid it out on the bed. "Oh, nooooo..." I moaned without knowing it. *I can't wear_that_!* "Ohhoh yes!" she cackled. "This is just _perfect_!" What was on the bed, was a motorcycle-style black leather jacket, abustier thing with embroidery on it, in black, a black leather miniskirtwhich looked way too short, and fishnet stockings. In black. She came out of the closet holding a pair of knee.