Yes minced, it seemed the dress and the stocking had alteredmy deportment. I consoled myself by thinking it was just a way ofstopping the erotic rubbi...g of the stocking but I knew deep down thatwas not the case, something was changing me!Madame Penelope was as I had seen her before many times. She wasstanding one hand on the back of a wing back leather chair. She had onblack patent leather eight inch stiletto shoes, opaque white stockingsthat had a familiar sheen, a figure hugging black pencil. She's really beautiful—resembles her mother."He paused before continuing, "Her legs are thick like Martha's, but they are as tanned as you could ask for." Have you ever seen her naked?" I asked."No," he replied quickly."What about a bathing suit," I asked, "Describe what she looks like in a bathing suit—and it better be a detailed description."He looked at me as though he were going to say something but didn't. He continued, "Yeah, I've seen her in all kinds of bathing suits. She likes those. The wind didn’t help much either going back, all it did was drive the rain straight into our faces and going back over that bridge we were exposed to the full brunt of it, by the time we got back which seemed to take ages, our clothes were completely soaked and neither of us had a dry spot on us, wet to the bone, cold and uncontrollable shivering, and to top it all the electricity went off so I couldn’t even do us a hot drink, I struggled to get my clothes off my hands were numb with cold and. ‘ Billy cuddled up to me even closer. ‘It’s just… Before I met you, I always felt so…lonely.’ ‘Sweetie, I… I always want to be there for you. I want to be that constant, that you can always come back to whenever things seem to be going downhill for you. That’s how much you mean to me. You bring so much light into my life. You—’ ‘No,’ he said. ‘I… I’m just some big jerk.’ ‘Billy, you are the kindest, sweetest, most gentle person I have ever met. Okay?’ He remained silent. ‘Okay?’ He nodded..