There were little pills inside the packet and it looked like a real prescription to me."OK. Honey. I want you to talk about your husband and how you w...nt to start taking your new birth control pills to Jake. Jake already knows what I would like him to say to you. Maybe you can talk for a couple minutes than I want you to sit on his lap and put your arms around his neck and kiss him. We'll let Jake take it from there."Kathy stood up and got her camera positioned again and motioned for us to. Dad probably thought she was wanting to turn every head in the place, making the guys drool, and the girls green with envy. He was close. It was just one head she wanted to turn. You'd rarely see anyone better in the fashion magazines. Betty wasn't really sure why it was so important to her to make a good impression on Stacy, but reasoned that it couldn't hurt.Finally, steeling herself, she walked in. The maitre'd was the same lady who'd been there so long before."Hello, can I help you?" Yes. I. Her eyes glanced quickly from face to face, her confidence growing as she walked the line.At the far end she turned on her heel and stood for several moments looking down the row of six men, who appeared to have tent poles under their robes. She bit her lip, her heart hammering in her chest as she fought to find her resolve. Suddenly she took a step forward and turned to the first man in line, Number One."Open your robe!" Her heart skipped a beat as she watched him pull on the belt. The knot. Having experimented with pretty well the full range of the possible sexual repertoire with the other guys at school (an all-male boarding school where on puberty the combination of bubbling hormones and a lack of supervision after “lights out” gave a free reign to sexual experimentation and indulgence). Added to that was the discovery of the world of the “Gents” loo in the local town – looking back I must have been a source of great joy to those adult males frequenting that Victorian.