Pregnant and didn't know who the father was. What kind of a life was she leading? Her handicap sure didn't slow her down by the sound of it. More like...ly she had fallen into the old trap she was in at high school: sex for the sake of sex. What a shame!I found a nice card and wrote a note telling her that I was sorry she had dropped out of school but if she needed someone to talk to, please call. I wished her good luck and had the note delivered with some flowers. I never heard from her again.I. As I perused the closet I realizedI had many femme clothes and none of them had ever been washed in spiteof many of them having being worn many times. I realized the same wastrue for my bras, panties, and even my slips. What would your mother think I mused to myself as I took out the newestpair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. I put on my bra and padded panty andslid some pantyhose on before doing my make-up before finishing dressingwith a red turtleneck sweater and my brown knee high boots with the. .. but not against your will! You've got to ask me to do it... otherwise, I'll get up and walk out of here... out of your Goddamned life for good!"Vickie Davis had crawled closer to Jay's summons, with Stan sitting up beside her. His liquor-slackened mouth had dropped open at the big, barrel-chested husband's obscene words, but at the same time a renewed charge of lust sparked deep in his groin, and then he felt Vickie's soft hand curling around his re-swelling cock. Vickie felt Stan's arm. My mom mentioned that her family had got her a job as a live-in maid with another family, and that Vijaya’s mom would instead serve us henceforth.The years passed on, I forgot about Vijaya, finished engineering, finished an MBA, got a high paying job, married my MBA batchmate Vandana, immediately after passing out and soon we had a kid whom we named Surya. We hired a full time maid, Shanti, and my wife continued her office soon. I am now 27 years old – life in our apartment complex moved on at.