“I see, so why isn't your boyfriend walking you home?” The man asked.“He wanted to hang out with his friends today.” I said.“Doesn't sound l...ke a very good boyfriend, to make you walk all the way home alone. Anyways the reason I stopped was because I wanted to see if you want to have a little fun, I mean you don't dress like that for no reason.” The man said checking out my body.Looking down at my clothes I remembered today was slutty clothes Thursday, the day I wear the sluttiest clothes I. Her legs were long, the black leather mini she wore stretched them further. Oh hell ya, she actually wore fishnets, not enough cunts took that time to please. Her white blouse was near transparent, she had maybe an A cup, but her nipples were beaming, nicely. She had a howdy doody face, her nose was crooked from being broken, I dug her. Her deep, green eyes seemed out of focus, like she was always trying to see something that wasnt there,her hair was bad, frizzy and bushy, but I always have. Because of my outfit it was also instantly visible. She started smiling and said: "I need some help with some chores in the house, would you like to help me out". I saw my whole fantasy coming trough so no way in hell I was letting this opportunity go by. The chore I needed to do was to change a light in the living room. The funny thing is that she is bigger than me so it was getting very clear to me that there was going to happen something. Trying not to ruin the moment, I grabbed chair that I. Have the same name?”“Exactly. For Catherine’s sake, I do hope we are not related, John. There is no Hawkins that I know of, in my ancestry.”“Of course. I see the point, sir. We should compare our family lines to make certain, though I am sure I would have heard of you if we were related. Were you well known in the circles you inhabited previously, sir?”“Fairly well known; in fact, TOO well known, so I decided on a name change and change of lifestyle too. Mrs Dawes is my only connection to my.