”Danny simply picked up his bag off of the floor and hurried out of the classroom.About an hour later, he arrived home to see his mother sitting in ...the living room. He placed his bag on the floor where the dining room table was and walked into the living room.“Hello son,” Karen greeted. “How was your day?”“Terrible, mom,” Danny answered.“Why?” Karen wondered.“One of my instructors had the nerve to ask me way too personal questions,” Danny replied. “She had the nerve to ask me about if I had any. That’s why the girls in the competitions look like strippers, move like strippers, and give all the (straight) guys watching a hard on. Hey look. I’m all for it. I would love to watch Kacey “dance” and “excercise” with a pole--purely for the sake of art, of course.I guess Kacey doesn’t know the sordid history of poles and pole dancing as she does her superman spin, grinding her slender thighs and sweaty crotch around the pole. You see, what my modern, liberated female friend doesn’t know is. My tits were clearly visible through the fabric.Next I slid on a short black skirt and a pair of five inch heels. I loved the way they made my ass and legs look.“This should get his attention," I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror.Just one more thing, I reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties down and threw them on the bed. No need for those today. I wanted this to be a very special surprise for Alex. I grabbed my long dress coat and headed out the door.It took almost two hours. Noises and spice aroma envelop her. Matilda blends into the shades of the bazaar away from the sun and the choking dust. Then she sees what she is looking for: a little dark store selling burka, the tent dress that Muslim women wear to hide their bodies from their men.The old woman seller is puzzled when Matilda points to a pure black burka made from a lighter fabric that should be cooler. She is astonished when her customer wants to try it on right there.When Matilda insists, the seller leads.