. surfing the crimson wave... , you know, like... the monthly curse?" She was more than a little non-plussed when Lucinda snorted coffee and almost ch...ked with laughter at Dana's question.Charlotte response was: "Lucinda, now y'all just stifle yerself! Dana, honey, they don' rightly care if yer bleedin' or not. If yer vagina is ta the point where y'all jest can't stand something in it, then y'all will satisfy them with yer mouth, yer bottom or whatever it takes to keep 'em happy! Is thet. Strangely that idea made me wetter. Mistress said make me pretty. Make me look like a prostitute would've been more appropriate. I looked in the mirror with horror on my face. The girls dressed me in a pink boob tube, a black pleated skirt and knee length boots. My hair had been tied into pigtails and my make up made me look bitterly sweet. Shame burned within me as I saw myself dressed like a common whore. I stood outside mistress's room waiting. Eventually Mary exited and told me that. My mother had explained to me that it was a 'night-light'. But it wasn't night, and still it was lit. She may have even mentioned that I was to leave it alone, but that seemed distant and unimportant now.Imagine, it was daytime, and still this thing was glowing. I was in a state near rapture. It was something new that I did not understand: a 'night-light' that also shone during the day. It now had my full attention and little else around me mattered any longer. I had discovered a new mystery. One of my hands held her at the back of her neck. The other found its place, rubbing in a circular motion against the netting material, which is her shirt, and the rough but soft texture of her nipple. She smells of perfume, along with the slight scent of sweat. Her body feels good against mine. Shapely waist, wide hips, my hands explore her body as I bend down, and take one of her trapped nipples into my mouth through the netted material. She runs her fingers thru my short styled hair as I go.