..' thoughts.'I'm going to fucking kill her.'I keep repeating over and over as I'm forced to walk home. 'Oh don't worry Alyssa, I won't get fucking ha...mmered and leave the party without you.' I think of all the things I wish I could do to Elle, getting even more pissed because they're all illegal.Earlier in the night we went to a Christmas party together. Booze, drugs and slutty elves. Dressed in a short red mini skirt, boots up to my knees and fishnet stockings with a shirt that barely conceals. As a young boy, I was like most other mid-teen curious boys regarding sexuality. I was always fascinated by sexy pictures of beautiful women, scantily dressed and wearing silky hosiery. This was bolstered by at least two female school teachers during my lifetime that wore short skirts and pantyhose nearly every day. Oftentimes I would get a quick glance up their skirts making it well worth the effort to get to class each day! This was the catalyst of my pantyhose fetish and all of the. We ate that night at Tubby's Seafood. The fresh catch of the day was delicious and we were seated at an outdoor table right beside the river. We watched the tugboats go by and enjoyed our meal. Joan told me about her day. She spent a lot of time in music stores looking for vinyl of old Johnny Mercer songs. He was one of Savanna's most famous sons. Johnny Mercer wrote over 1500 songs, some of them the most romantic of all time: Autumn Leaves, That Old Black Magic, Moon River, too many to list.. Mike was at the field coaching his team. He noticed two teenage girls in the distance. They looked to be about 18 years of age. It was summer,so they had on their shorts with the butt cheeks hanging out. They were hot young things and they knew it. Strutting around with no bra and their hard nipples poking out from their cutoff tshirts.The one was short in stature. She was of a carmel complection and shoulder length hair. She had a big ole ghetto booty and nice full lips. The other was.