She and Metzendorf had argued about the girls no loger being virgins, and the effect it would have on the ceremony, yet she still bathed in their bloo....”“Presumably she was assured the girl’s loss of virginity would make no difference to the efficaciousness of their blood, so why murder Metzendorf?”“One does not cross Eloise de La Zouche and live to boast of it. Metzendorf merited death because of his disobedience.” For a few moments I considered the manner of the death of those innocent girls,. It seemed to Jake that everybody in the city must be thinking the same as they were also out walking. Just to anywhere at all. There were simply more people out on the streets than it seemed he had ever seen before.Right in front of him a couple was walking down the street. The guy had his arm around her waist, and just below it, Jake could see a sliver of colour in a swirl across the base of her back below his wrist, some kind of tribal tattoo. They seemed to be perfectly happy, a week ago. This is what I call One-Handed Reading. It is an exploration of myfantasies involving crossdressing. Sometimes it is sweet, sometimes it issexual. And while many of them involve teen-aged characters, they aremerely manifestations of my own psyche, glimpses of my deepest fantasies.I would never condone anything like this happening in real life. And Ilove stories where the clothing is described in decent detail. Justgiving a color and article of clothing doesn't do it for me.. His hand wandered under my skirt. Touching my thong."I don't do underwear. Go to the ladies room and take off the bra and panties."So I went and took off the bra and panties. I delivered my sodden thong in his upturned hand and the sheer black bra on top. He checks my bare pussy in the middle of the bar. I am sodden. His middle finger disappears inside me and comes back dripping wet."I don't do chicks at my place. We go to yours."I never cheated on my husband before. In fact he was the only man.