She probably thought I was being a spoilt little sixteen-year-old, having the usual girly tantrums.While watching TV, I used to sit cross-legged while... leaning back against the chair and it wasn't long before dad caught on to the fact that from the edge of the sofa, he could see up my skirt. Except I wasn’t wearing any panties, not that he knew that at first. I never did wear panties, not in the house. I know he would be able to see from that angle because I had Fay, my friend, sit in the very. Because the truth now is this: You blamed her for everything that went wrong. You blamed her for being the woman she was. You blamed her for the very things that kept you in her good graces. You blamed her for being compassionate. You blamed her for getting hurt. And she took it all onto herself because that’s what a generous woman does. But I am your damage control. I showed up on her doorstep at three in the morning. Shortly after you tore her heart in two and stomped on it without regard to. It left you wondering if she wore anything beneath it."Nothing, I just wouldn't expect choking to be categorized as a regular thing." I answered, no more gaping."Ok, maybe it’s not. But when you wonder about how much more you could do… Or let it be done to you..." She left it hanging insinuating that yes, to her choking was regular stuff now."It is weird. It is hard to believe when I think of you" I said, propping on my elbows over the rail of the balcony, just like she did. "You're one of the. I thought I looked pretty goodfor an old gal. I knew I felt sexy!Suddenly the doorbell rang. Felicia was there wearing a beautiful furcoat. She laughed as she came in. "Our woman's intuition has been working overtime, dear Carolyn. I simplyadore your gown and robe."With that said, she took off her coat to reveal she was wearing a similaroutfit. Her's was pale blue with a nearly transparent robe. She hadlight blue heels and, as I, nothing else.We stood there admiring each other. It was.