He wished with all his heart that he had, maybe have told her to coincide with his early retirement from teaching. Downsizing had hit academia. The fi...st cut backs had been in the Art Department. He had twenty-one years of service. The deal wasn’t bad, or so he thought at the time. He could retire at 45, and start collecting the retirement annuity immediately, including health insurance. It wasn’t a large monthly check, but it was enough to get by, plus he had saved almost every penny he could. Those little tastes weren’t nearly enough to satisfy me any longer, either. Ever since I’d touched her in those far more intimate places as she slept, I’d wanted more – far more. My urges grew stronger, more difficult to resist. Though I wasn’t afraid of my feelings any longer, I was afraid of what would happen if Mom found out about them.It was a battle I nearly lost on the final Friday before Christmas Eve. Because Mom had worked Black Friday and there were several seasonal workers below. Not quite in your league, but good anyway."She looked flirty over her shoulder and said, "I'm not sure I want to do it for a career, but I'd like to do it a few times." You're serious?" Hey, we're sharing hopes and dreams. I went only once, but I think I can get the hang of it." I'm sure you could. I'll bet you could make a bundle of tip money."She opened her legs and looked down. "Would I have to shave my pussy?" That's a question I can't answer. Most of the dancers I've seen were bare, which. Laughing at her obvious distress and confusion, he held out a pair of stiletto heels. "Here little one, I forgot to leave these for you. I think that you will find they are your size." She took the shoes from him and held them against her breasts, provoking another burst of masculine laughter. "Put them on for me pet". Her mind still whirling in embarrassment, she did as he asked, finally swaying unsteadily before him, her hands moving nervously, unsure of where they belonged."There are certain.