I’d planned to make the trip alone, but my manager might think otherwise,” I said.“I would have to insist that there be someone else with you,�... Akio said.I could tell she didn’t like that. I looked at Hana, and she wasn’t hard on the eyes. I would probably need someone around to help me. I would rather hang out with a cute girl close to my age than with Shiggy. I’d thought about asking him to go with me.“Okay. If Hana wants to go, I’ll make sure there’s a chaperone with us,” I said.I was. Not that he didn't want to see her, of course, but she was so happy and excited, looking on this as an extra special treat, because usually they only saw each other in the evening. Now he dreaded telling her the real reason for wanting to see her. They were sitting lingering over liqueurs and Doug knew he had to take the plunge.Drawing a deep breath, he began."Selma, I've something to tell you!"Selma looked at him in surprise, amazed at his intensity, but immediately she sensed that something. It was weird, but harmless. The entire time his eyes hungrily ogled my legs and feet.“So beautiful,” he said longingly. “Now pull up your skirt.”He saw the alarm on my face and quickly added, “I won’t touch you! I just want to look!”He hadn’t touched me – other than briefly rubbing my back – and I could always scream or run away. The door was closed, but not locked. So I felt safe. I lowered my hands and raised my skirt.“Please, more, and slowly,” he begged, when I stopped just below my. It would be playacting for sure. I drove up to the store and parked in the parking lot. I was in my Russian commando knock off tee and black cargo pants. I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in the glass. With a different haircut and no breasts poking through I would look like a preteen guy except for my age lines.I went to the mens department and tried on Cargo pants. There was a subtle different in the fit. When I found that a pair of boy's 26 inch waist cargo pants fit me and that my ass.