She dropped her bags, and threw her arms around me in a big hug, and in the deep but still feminine voice I knew from the one time we’d managed ...o connect on the phone, told me how happy she was to meet me at last. She was wearing a long, heavy ethnic looking dress, a wide belt that demonstrated the narrowness of her waist, open flat shoes, and a lot of cheap, heavy bracelets and necklaces. I knew that she was a city girl, so I suspected that the particular Africanness of her dress was. I was hoping I’d never see him again...it would have been easier that way.“I had to come visit my favorite office girl” he says softly in my ear. He holds me tight against him. I’m frozen...my mind races.“How have Jones and Collins been treating you?” he asks.“Fine” I answer quietly and nervously. “They better, or they’ll have to answer to me”, he growls, as intimidating as ever.He pulls my long blonde hair off to one side and starts to kiss my neck. I can feel his package pressing right. The dressing was just what I did, evenings were always rather easy but the weekends much more intense.A typical weekend would start Friday evening when I returned home from school, straight into the bath, made myself as clean as possible and then into the clothes I had laid out before I went to school that morning. Nothing too outlandish, just the usual smart/classical styles, the nicer, smarter clothes were saved for Saturday and Sunday.The main difference was that by the time that my sister. Leigh and DT were bringing up the rear.Dave wore a tuxedo and the other boys their military dress. The brides and their bride’s maids looked lovely in the dresses that Tammy had helped make.The first wedding went off with few hitches. The funniest part was when a strong breeze lifted all the girls’ skirts, and they flashed their faerie silk underwear at the guests to many sniggers and a few wolf whistles.The first group were married at 11:00 U-hours (Utopia time) with lunch at 12:00 U-hours.
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