"We were just turning into my street. I gave mom a soft smile as a response.She laughed softly, nervously, "I just wished my feet did not hurt so much...else this would be the perfect evening."I reached over and laid my hand upon her black-nylon clad knee and squeezed it firmly, "Why don't I give you a foot massage after you have a shower." I had suggested after purchasing mothers things, that she change at my place - and when we were done for the evening, she could leave them there. She had not. But it was Jen's idea!"The Headmaster sat back in his chair, and folded his arms in front of his chest. He sighed. "Oh dear. It sounds as though one or other of you is lying! What can I do to resolve this? Chambers, bring Truscott back in again." When Jen came back in, she wouldn't meet Susan's glare, and Susan understood why. The bitch had lied to the Head! How could she do such a thing? Jen walked over and stood beside Susan and, like her, folded her hands neatly behind her back, and looked. “I don’t understand,” she says. “Power for what?”The teddy’s face breaks into a smile. “In order for me to remain the way I am, I need sacrifices. I must end with the first, doll.”“Does that mean I’ll end up like them,” Ursula asks, gesturing at the set of stuffed dolls on the bed.“No, of course not, doll,” he answers. “Once this is over and I can remain like this, they will all be released.”“Is that why they are dolls?” she asks, believing what he says. It all sounds fishy, but for some reason. It had taken her forever to find something to wear. She didn't want to look too sluttish, just sexy. For some reason, she was very nervous. It was almost like she was about to meet a blind date, not Rhonda's dad. After trying on five outfits, she decided on a form fitting blue summer dress that had a modest bodice yet showed plenty of skin, and was a little too short on her thighs. She chose thigh- high nylons but left her panties off, as there would definitely be a panty line under the tight.