She was to be wearing 4? high heels that suited my taste, traditional black leather pumps with closed, pointed toes. (Karen’s style of dress was alw...ys understated, even when she was an executive. She owned no 4? heels before she met me.) She wore a garter belt and hose with no panties. And I wanted long, showy earrings, bracelets and rings on her--- she could and did afford gold and jewels. We met in a hotel bar in a town about 20 miles distant so that there was much less chance for her to. I would love to see how Squire Adamson handles this, wouldn't you?"Yvette attempted to stutter out something, but could not. Yvonne chirped, "Of course. Why come to a party like this if you don't want to experience interesting things?"The man reached out his other arm to Yvonne and she slipped her arm into his. Then the three of them walked to the other side of the ballroom where a naked server was standing with her head bowed next to a wide splotch of broken glass and spilled champagne. . His broad shoulders were flung back in assurance and his big hands were shoved into the pockets of the jeans making the rough cloth strain against the strong masculine thighs. Clearing her throat, Melissa handed him the sandwich and said “You wanted to talk to me.” She could feel his appraisal and straightened her back and asked “Did I pass the test?” Harold gave her a friendly smile but his shrewd eyes continued to assess her every move making her feel a bit jumpy. He sat down at the edge of. (This long hair guy made me remember why I was a lesbian.) Val and I both knew that she was fine, no vomit equals no problem, but still, we were both worn out now, and Nona was in no condition to get back to school like this. It'd be two hours, like four A.M., by the time she was ready to sneak back into school. I couldn't wait that long. We told the kid that she was with to tell her we'd gone back, and Val wrote a note telling her what was up, and slipped it into the pocket of her jeans. Then.