An older gentleman from the other side of the street approached just as Rachel was about to go inside. A couple of obviously Native American descent f...ollowed him. “Here now, you should hear these two out,” he suggested. The native man offered a friendly nod and said, “I’m Chaytan, and this is my wife, Mika. We live on Plymouth Avenue, and we might be able to help you. We’re looking for a boarder to help keep our utility costs down. Our house was once divided into two apartments. We thought to. Grandma and Aunt Edie arrived just before noon. They made pretend thatthere was nothing unusual about the way I looked. For about tenseconds. Grandma made a big deal about how pretty a girl I made. Thenshe presented me with a package, all wrapped up in fancy paper. It wasa kilt! Mom made me put it on before we sat down to eat. After wefinished, I had to put an apron on over my new kilt before I dried thedishes. I hate this. Friday November 27Today was a nightmare. Grandma and Aunt Edie insisted. What am I doing, setting up adisplay case? Grabbing a hanger from my closet, I hang the skirt, blouseand sweater vest. I put the shoes in the closet below the girl's uniformand fold the socks; one into each shoe. I hang the bra and panties fromthe same hanger. I close the closet. Better!I search the dresser for underwear but I'm out. I turn to the laundrybasket. The rumba panties mock me. I pick them up and examine them again.The damage I did to them is pretty obvious if you look for it,. Did she really know what she was asking?’First, her dress, I pulled it over her head, cast it away and held her tight against my chest. She didn’t flinch at this complete exposure to the men in the room. Instead, she grinned up at me. Then she reached behind me and clasped my buttocks tightly, pulling me even harder against her, deeper inside her.I slid my left hand up to her throat and gently squeezed it while my right slowly slid down her front, trailing my fingers down her breast, her flat,.