He told me that he got a job there three months ago, just after he turned sixteen, because his parents said they would buy him a car if he got a job a...d so that he could save up some fun money for college. As he told me this I noticed him repeatedly looking down my blouse at my cleavage and also peeking down at my legs exposed beneath my skirt. I had given him more attention in ten minutes then any other girl had probably given him in his life so I knew he was mine to do whatever I wanted with. Marilyn stands up, pausing for a moment to think, she pulls her skirt up just enough to grasp her thon panties, still not letting us see her honey pot. She wiggles her thon the rest of the way down to the floor. She steps out of them and bends over picks them up and puts them in her bag, as she takes her hand out of the bag she produces a large life-like dildo, which she turns on and with a big smile, she turns it off and puts in back in the bag. She looks at herself in the mirror, smiles, and. It made me stop, stop and think. There was a hidden meaning there, I was sure of it. I thought about the words around. ‘What fools the mortals be.’ I remembered it from somewhere. Somewhere in school. I was 15. The day that… the thing happened, so long ago. The day of the nightmare. We had been reading Shakespeare’s ‘ a midsummer night’s dream’. Then… dammit! No! I can’t think about that now! I can’t lose my cool! Wait-a-minute, ‘these mortals’, that’s it… A part of me then lurched awake, a. “You haven’t been clear with me. Last weekend you seemed to be ready for me to do what I felt I wanted to do with anyone. Then you get upset when I do things you don’t seem to expect.”“I suppose I”ve been continually shocked at what you’ve done,” I said. I was trying to be honest too. It felt better that we were facing up to what had been going on.“I’ve shocked myself too,” said Maggie. Her eyes became brighter and she seemed to become more animated as she thought of what she had done, as if.