Her figure was slim, with slightly matured breasts and a sleek back that curved delicately to a round, toned ass. I enjoyed watching her in her skimpy... little Sunday dresses. She rarely closed her legs when she sat down, so I constantly got a view of her floral print panties. Two more months went by, and my lust for Miley grew. At church one day, they had a picnic. And she sat at the table across from mine. When I looked up her skirt, I had to hold back a smile. She wasn't wearing panties,. But she remembered the repeated admonitions from her husband about never taking anything for granted, so she went to check. There was a man in her kitchen, with his head in the fridge. A man she didn’t recognize. ‘Who are you? What do you want?’ The man turned around with a bottle of orange juice and poured a glass before he spoke. ‘May I pour you a glass? No? All right then, you can call me…Dave. Yes Dave, I’ve always liked that name. And I’m the man who kidnapped your son. Sure you don’t want. There were easy chairs on both sides, covered in fabric, the same color as the pillows on the couch. End tables separated the couch from the chairs and there was a coffee table in front of it. The tables were all made of brass and glass.The front wall had an "entertainment center" that held the stereo from my room as well as a DVD payer and a TV, about a twenty three incher. The right corner held my computer desk with the computer and printer. My regular desk was to the left of the. I know when cosmic forces are aligning to give me a sign from the goddess --- Halloween, Missy B’s, a chance to realize a life-long dream of going into a public place dressed. I decided not to tempt the goddess and made plans. I reserved a hotel as close to the venue as I could find. I packed my pink chemise, heels, gloves, crotchless pantyhose, little black dress and lipstick, since my eye makeup had gone AWOL. I picked some fingernail polish, my favorite pink thongs and found my earrings and.