I loved the building where we met. It looked like something right out of the 1800’s an old fashion Walmart. A large 2 story building with a wide wra...p around porch. There were ladder-back and rocking chairs covered in elk and deerskins with tables’ in-between and snow-covered hides (moose, deer, buffalo and bear) that hung over the porch rails to help cut down on the wind and snow. The hides were frozen stiff. But I could see where the hair on top of the rail was worn thin. I wondered how many. Her white blouse had each button done and was thick enough that her bra didn't show through. I knew under her skirt she had a set of modest white panties. Well I figured I knew. I'd seen her before she left the house earlier, but that had been an hour or so ago and with my daughter anything could happen.She got to her locker, it was positioned right outside my classroom door by some cruel joke of fate. The students in the hall watched her walk. It was morning routine that no one in the school. He nods his head in agreement with her second statement before taking a sip of wine.The gap in talking makes her nervous so she takes a big sip of wine before continuing to talk, a trait of hers when she’s nervous. “I’m paying for my own apartment in West End and my car, obviously,” she laughs nervously. “The bartending mainly covers rent and car payments. My tips cover the gas and groceries. I do the modeling because I like to have some extra money, y’know for personal things, to save up, and. “Me, too!” Paige beamed.“Did you want to be collared to anyone, Angie?” Susie chimed in.“Sure, to Ray and Allan both. What about you, Charmaine?” Angie turned to her co-wife.“To you, to Ray, and to Allan. What about Jackie and Susie?” Charmaine smiled now.“To Susie and to Ray,” Jackie spoke her mind.“To Ronald and Sam ... I want to submit to both of you, even as Sam submits to Ronald,” Susie said her piece.“To Ronald, naturally,” Sam licked her lips now.“We can write any of that into the.