Stephanie and she was an incredibly sexy, and very sexual woman ofabout thirty-five with long dirty-blond hair and deep blue eyes. In herheels, Ms. S...ephanie was about 5'10", a few inches taller than her sissymaid who stood nervously next to her Mistress with her head down, herhands folded in front of her and her heels together."Hello Daisy," Prissy said, raising her head for only a moment to look inmy direction before immediately returning to her more humble position."H-h-hello Prissy," I. There weren't too many guys in school I couldn't beat up, but this bully was one of them. His name was Vince. "Vinnie," I said, "Lemme talk to you a minute." "Just a second." "Do me a favor, let go of the punk, OK? I need to talk to you. Leave the punk alone." "I'll be done in a second." "Vinnie, just leave him alone, OK?" "Why?" "He's not worth it." "What the hell does that mean?" "Vinnie, just do me a favor, let him go, OK?" Vinnie considered. "I'll let him go for a blow job from. Another shift in the pew and he began to wonder if he was possiblyhaving a stroke. He stared at his hands as if they were someone elsesfor a long time, then he turned and looked again...And there she was.Quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was sitting ona pew across from him. She had long blonde hair and a great body, but itwas her eyes that had caused him so almost melt into the pew. He beganto wonder if there was an actual color that could fully encapsulate howblue her. In all his sorrow, Steve could only stare out the window as towns and cities passed like wispy clouds that brought neither rain nor shade.It had all changed so fast. One minute he was a loving husband and father, the next he was a grieving widower on his way to Atlanta. He needed something to take his mind off what he had lost. His family was gone, dead, killed in a car crash. All three of them dead in an instant. Steve saw an ambulance responding to something, but he had no idea what the.