..Na nu,Keine? Dann k?nnt es klappen." Was hast du denn nun f?r eine Idee?" Was haltet ihr davon, die Kost?me anzuziehen, die wir bei MonisGeburtstags...feier an hatten?"Waaaaaass? Da kann Mann doch alles sehen!" Unm?glich!" Ich trau mich nicht." He, he M?dels, h?rt erst mal zu, ich bin noch nicht fertig. Also mirist klar, dass wir so wie bei der Geburtstagsfeier nicht auftauchenk?nnen denn dann w?rden alle Kerle wegen Vergewaltigung in den Knastwandern. Ich denke da nat?rlich an eine kleine. "A couple ofpeople on the board wanted to go there after work, and I decided totag along. Didn't think I'd buy so much, though."Timmy shrugged, smiling. "Guess they wanted to break you into theirhabits."Thoughtful as she was on her way home from work, she decided to shareher concern with her son. "Timothy...uh, do I look okay? I mean, Idon't look like some withered old hag to you, do I?"Timmy frowned. "Not at all! Why do you ask?" Well, a couple of my friends on the board figured we would go. Now, she was much calmer, and she studied the image in the mirror. Shewas a little beauty. A face to die for, cute as anyone she knew, largeeyes, button nose and full lips, in a soft but slim face. Blonde hairreaching down to her breasts. Bleached blonde, with her natural chestnutbrown color starting to show at the roots. She might have to do somethingabout that, she noted. Slim shoulders, slender arms and hands ending inwell-manicured nails. Her perky breasts moved gently up and down as. " Me?" Misty blinked."Yup," said Miranda with a slow nod and a bemused smile, "An extrovert. Full of life, and a certain indiscernible quality that makes people like you for no explainable reason. Something that goes beyond reason, and makes you believe in things like love at first sight." Was it?" Misty inquired softly, her hunger sated as she looked into Miranda's thoughtful gray eyes."He said so," Miranda teased, leaning over giving her beloved a playful kiss.Misty sighed, shaking her head.