I asked her to open my wardrobe drawer where I hide the least and pick it up for me! I tell her that it was in the botton of the drower, under my t-sh...rts. She found and held paralyzed with wide eyes, I lought and said to her to bring it to me! When she gave it to me, I told her that it was better than my fingers, that if I wanted to, I could use the will! Her face become red and I tell her that there is no problem with this, that many girls do this too, even with objects and vegetables like. I used terms like 'cute,' and'adorable.' I told her about the little hat I wore with the purple ginghamdress, and how the rhumba panties made my bum look a little bigger. I toldher how the long-line bra made me look like I had more of a waist. I toldher I'd selected lingerie that made me look younger so that maybe it'dmake Jack think of me as a little girl so he wouldn't move so fast on melike if I were wearing the black lingerie, he'd really want to have sexwith me. Hmmm. Maybe she was right.. The attendant had long left and her car was the last one in the lot. Leslie unlocked the passenger door, pushed the front seat over and pushed Lonnie into the back seat.“Where are we going ?”, asked Lonnie, who was beginning to sober up“Nowhere”, said Leslie as she climbed into the back seat and locked the front door. Both women took off their shoes and put them on the front seat. Leslie reached under her dress and tugged on her thong until it slid down her thighs. She had done that hundreds. So was Mark. She looked around, then heard the front door shut. Mark was there. "Where have you been?" Just hangin' out with Steve." No you haven't. You took the car. Where'd you go?" Gertrude, you know I can't drive yet." Sure you can, you just don't have a real license. If you don't tell me, I'll tell Mom."He paled. "I didn't take it, so go ahead." If I tell, you'll never be able to do it again. She'll be watching the odometer. Just tell me, and she doesn't have to know."He reddened. "Ahh, I.