" You mean that they ignored you?" Something like that. A girl wants to be noticed. You get that drummed into you constantly when you're growing up: y...our individual style; your unique appearance; things like that. When nobody really looks, well, in some ways you're disappointed." Would you do it again?" he asked."Maybe. I had a girlfriend in high school who's the manager of the place. She invited me back next week to do another sales presentation. I said yes, but I don't think it's something. Allthose cries for attention... all you had to do was ask." Shut up!" That's what this has been all about, right? All of this was so youcould claim me? Because you think that having me will fill therejection-shaped hole in your heart? But oh no, you couldn't just takeme, no, that would never satisfy your vanity. You had to win me." Shut up!" Well you know what I've learned? All this time, all these stunts, allthis? All you had to do was tell me how you felt. To be honest withyourself and with. She reveled in how his own scent, body, hair, body soap, and oiled hair; mixed with each of them upon his shirt, undershirt, sash, vest, and mantle. Each one distinct, cloy and mixed in unique patterns. For the first time, she reveled in the sheer joy and pleasure they contained; the growing desires they awakened within her mind. Her robe fell away slightly on one shoulder.She moved one arm, letting that side fall away, leaving the arm and shoulder exposed; sweet patterns of freckles lined in. “Mother, when I give you permission you will stand up. You will stand in front of me, facing me, and keep your skirt up around your waist, as it is now, Do you understand?”A brief hesitation, then a rather muffled “yes.”I slapped her bum twice; “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that.”“Yes!” Far too loud this time. “OK, stand up.”Mother struggled to her feet, and turned to face me. Reluctantly she hauled up her skirt. Right in front of my face her tight white panties were stretched over her dark haired.