A group of young women approached. They waved away my leaflet. They surrounded and hugged me. ‘That’s for trying,’ one said as they went. 03. C...arolling Christmas Eve I watched my daughter hide her disappointment. She had missed her school’s carol concert for another operation on her legs. The doorbell rang. ‘Can Joy come carolling?’ Our neighbour’s son wheeled her chair out into the frosty street. As her voice lifted in rousing chorus, Joy was unconfined. 04. No pets for Christmas. My daughter. So I thought I liked where this was going. So I went out and bought a skin tight red leather dress that you could just see the bottom of my ass in and some red high heels to give me some height because I am only 4'11". The night of the party came so I had to sneak out of my house so i didnt get caught. I had to walk 2 blocks from my house where Jake picked me up. He was in shock by my clothes that he couldnt stop starring at my chest and legs when I climbed in his car. On our way to the. " Ok, now off to do a job."I had almost forgotten. I was so into Cindy date mode, I hadn't given athought as to why I was dressed. Actually it was a good thing Betty hadmade me think. I was pretty tolerant of alcohol, but the wine and theChampaign had made me a bit giddy. I had to get back into spy mode. Itdidn't totally work. I kept grinning and giggling at Andy's bad jokeswhile we rode.We pulled into a lot next to The Factory. Bruce paid the attendant andgave him the keys. We all exited and. I saw her gathering the groceries from the back, and the children running up the walk with book bags slung over their shoulders. I wanted to pull to the side of the road to watch, but knew that would look suspicious in this neighborhood. I would have to come back later. I would have to plan.My cock was stiff and hard in my pants as I drove home, but I refused to touch it. I never satisfy myself in that way. It is low and demeaning. It's the type of thing I expected that bag boy was probably.