I had been raised to regard that as the ultimate wrong. And yet somehow what had happened didn’t really fit into that category. What we had inflicte... on Sylvia seemed oddly justified and justifiable. Even thinking of it in terms of ‘we’ had become a habit. Just thinking back to how I felt with that crop in my hand made my dick stir beneath the sheets.I tried to ignore it and to think of other things. Was that one time the be all and end all to things. Deep down I hoped not. Eliza had hinted. Neil watched it roll out of sight and headed back to his room. On his dresser he had set out all his gear for the road, setting his phone and MP3 player aside to keep on him. He dragged the first box out the door and found Harriet waiting for him."Did you have a good summer?" she asked.Neil noticed she was wearing the same outfit as the first day and grinned. "Fantastic". he said, pulling her close. She laughed and jumped when he cupped her butt. "I wanted to do that the first day" he said with. I’m on the verge of being a big shot, I guess. Anyway I haven’t thought about Bobby in ages. Then, out of the blue, he asks to be my friend on Facebook. Turns out we live one neighborhood apart. I’m in this wanna-be poshy neighborhood where the young, hip, rich and gorgeous live. Trouble is I’m too old to be “young,” I’ve never been hip, I’ve got too goddamn much student debt to be rich and I’ve never been considered gorgeous. So I don’t exactly fit in, but I found a house I really liked and I. It looked like an outfit that I would wear to an office job if I was a clerk. I had taken a demotion since last night. I put on the out fit that he had picked out. I noticed that when I moved the lace edge of my slip would peak out from under my skirt. I started to slid if off but Don told me to leave it on. "I thought you liked it when you slip peaked out. Fucking tease. The black stocking have to go. Do you have any others." I went to my bag and pulled out a pair of nude stockings. .