The Ink Spots were wailing from the speaker as I put the finishing touches to my outward appearance. Ruth, of course, would scold me and tell me I was... overdressed, that I’d gone to too much trouble, but her words would fall on deaf ears, as they always did.It was a knock at the door that disturbed me and kept me from finishing getting ready. I was expecting to see Ruth and her new partner on the other side of the door, extra early, as Ruth usually was, but instead it was my landlord, who I had. "No I can't, I'm sorry but I just can't do it." Ellen thought that Ricki would be the one who would be upset after all she was the leader and the most risqué member of the group but she was wrong, it was Jean who was angry.Jean turned to Ricki and said. "Fine Ellen, then we'll leave and don't you think we'll ever come back either. Come on Ricki grab your clothes and let's get out of here."At hearing the threat to leave, leave her very first sleep over, something snapped inside Ellen. She wasn't. They were soaked through, and for the first time she became aware of the wetness that ran down her legs. She must have squirted. There must be a puddle by the door. The whole room must smell like her sex. She smiled, satisfied now in more than one way. Warm hands moved along her flesh and she moaned as her shirt was removed, his fingers teasing her bra-less chest along the way. Her smile widened as she considered how teasing and gentle he could be, and how much that got to her. Then he softly. I also wear glasses. Not realstylish ones (my opinion), but nice sensible ones (my mother's opinion).My hair is longish but not real long. Not even to my shirt collar and justto my ears. Yes. I wear shirts with collars. I don't wear baggy jeans ort-shirts emblazoned with wild pictures or sayings. I wear button-up shirtswith button down collars and slacks (as my mother calls them). Khakicolored ones are my favorite but I have some others. My mother says I lookvery smart. Everyone else.