In the fashion label teen wear store I pick out some very skimpy outfits for the girls to try on. By the time we’re ready for lunch they’re all in... new clothes that make them look more naked and sexier than if they were nude.We’re sitting in the food court eating when three large men approach a woman and a girl nearby. One grabs the woman while another grabs the girl and the third looks ready to stop any interference. The girl screams, “No, Uncle Steve, leave us alone.” The man holding her slaps. Some of the girls carried themselves with an attitude that reeked money, wearing uniforms tailored to enhance their developing bodies, but still within the dress code, or obviously expensive casual clothes. I learned that some had come from across the country, their families impressed by the school's impressive reputation, even if their offspring weren't of the same caliber academically. Others were more like Wendy and me, here on one kind of scholarship or another, or from families who were. Tonight, then?" Wouldn't miss it. Damn! I just remembered Malcolm's rule. I can't leave the girls alone, particularly after that incident last week." Can you leave them at a movie? That would give us a couple of hours." I'll see if I can find a chick flick that they want to see and then let them know that I don't. Maybe that'll work." I hope so. Call me. You unleashed my suppressed desires last night."MA had put on her workout clothes when I returned. I looked at her chart and told her to start. "I love," I said.Miranda raised an eyebrow. I blushed a little. My accent had comethrough a little."Sorry," I said, "still comes through when I don't think about it." No problem," she winked, "it sounds sexy."I just blushed harder.A couple minutes later I was back in just my bra and panties and Mirandawas leaving, but not after leaving me a little stock pile of make up.She poked fun at me as she took the dress away to refit it."Don't worry," she said, "You'll see it again Sunday."She came up to.