The day arrived and the mil with her bitching tongue demanded to see me for the first time since the wife and I had separated, I knew she was going to... go mad at me for fucking around before the Divorce had been finalised, I agreed as it was going to happen and thought sod it might as well face the music and tolerate her half hour of bullshit she was going to shout and scream at me. So dooms day was finally here, not thought about it or what would it could or was going to happen! Woke up about. "Oh my, it seems such a shame to keep such a wild animal caged up like that. I believe in setting wild things free," she said. As Jess' eyes fell to take in her body, she moved forward and knelt on the floor before him. Both hands were on his shorts, unbuttoning them and then unzipping them. He sat mesmerized as she began to tug them down; he compliantly lifted his backside to allow her to pull them free. This was not happening, he kept telling himself. I will wake up in a minute and it will. You should know already, but I suppose you've forgotten after all these years. I am Lisa, and if you remember, you created me."My thoughts were instantly drawn back years. I remembered going on IRC as a 14-year old girl, letting people engage me in sexual conversations. Over a few nights on chat, I had created a pseudo persona, and dim elements of her life. But that was all role-playing, and most of the elements in Lisa's life tended to feel somewhat hokey and fake to me. Sure, I had probably. She had a great personality, vibrant and positive coupled with a sense of humor that at times was kind of naughty and flirty, but only present around me and no one else. She was a bank executive of some type, and dressed very professionally, always in dresses and skirts to show off her legs. I loved seeing her in her dresses and nylon encased legs accentuated by her sensible heels…. I know she was aware, because when she’d stop by after work to my parents house, daily occurrence as well as.