A moment later, the waiter took our drink and food orders.After he left, Rose yanked her dress down just a little bit to make her crack a little bit b...igger. She seemed to be pulling my strings effortlessly, and I all I could do was sit back and let her. She knew the sexual tension was there, so all bets were off.We both stayed silent, even after our drink orders had shown up. It seemed like we were in a game of chicken, and neither of us seemed willing to give in at all. I had juice flowing out. Disappointing people had always made her upset, but now that she was an adult she couldn't deprive herself of this need anymoreFinally moving away from the windows to the dismay of the boys on her street, she anxiously decided what she was going to wear for her first day.She decided to wear something simple and comforting, going for a black tank top with matching plain black bra and a plaid skirt like the girls in her books wore to school. There were two problems with this outfit, only one of. " So how does one get named after a village?" I asked."My mother died when I was little. I barely remember her. From then on, I was raised by my aunties and uncles. It would be called foster care here. I was shuttled between, and raised by, three different families. Nobody would actually admit it, but I figured out that my father came from one of those families, but nobody knew which one. When my mother died, they wanted to raise me as a native, but couldn't decide which name I should have, so. " "I know, darling, I looked at it. You need something more elegant for tonight."Their shopping was exciting for both of them. Stephanie took Matty to little boutiques that were usually too expensive for her. The range of clothes made Matty smile with delight, trying various options on, Stephanie helping her in the dressing rooms, caressing each other often, kissing when they were alone. When they had finally found something that pleased them both, they went to a shoe store, and bought a pair.