Sara could wear pants at theodd time if she so chose, but there was no doubt that Joan didn't carefor her in them. As far as I was concerned? Forget... it - strictlyskirts, dresses - not even shorts. To tell the truth, once I got usedto my new attire, I much preferred it - I especially loved a formfitting long dress in a jersey wool - just made me feel very filmstarrish - decidedly glamorous, which was a damn sight more than any ofmy other clothes had ever managed.Finally, the six months was. Linda continued the theme. “We all know what twin attractions I had for you. Do you want me to remove my bra so you can see them poke at my tee shirt as we talk?” I nodded. I watched her remove her bra and then hide those magnificent nipples under her sweater. “Now give me a look at your manhood. I want to see it when the cold water hasn’t shrivelled it. I love seeing men with bigger todgers than Roger’s”. I dutifully stripped naked so Linda could inspect me as fully as she wished. “Now play. I did not know how or if to reply.She said: why the fuck are you not in bed.I told her, in a whimpering voice, it is Saturday night and I normally stay up late watching HBO.She violently screamed at me to get my fucking ass in bed now, FUCK HBO.I went up into my room and just crashed on the bed, leaving my room door open, because I was so furious.I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs and looked into the mirror on my wardrobe and could see her going into the master bedroom. She did not lock. Then he said," Why don't you follow me home and I will introduce you to her?" To be honest I would normally say no to this but I had drank a few beers and thought why not. I could meet her and if she is a dog just say I had to go and leave. I looked at him and said, " Sure why not." So we finished our beers and left. I followed him to his house. It was not a great neighborhood but I had been in worse in my lifetime. We pulled up in from of his house and he got out and went inside. I got out of.