‘Have you ever danced the Tango, Elizabeth?’ ‘No. Remember? I told you before, my Mum & Dad did, but I never learned ballroom.’ ‘Well,’ he... said, his smile widening, ‘let’s just say that, knowing you, you’d have enjoyed it. It gets the juices flowing…’ he said with a wink. ‘Oh, I can believe it — but I do believe that some good Rock’n’Roll can have the same effect, Stan!’ ‘Now,’ she went on in a more serious voice, ‘about these test results…’ The two got on with their work. – – – – – – – – – –. Like always her hand went right down the front of my pants and we were at it. I must have been out of my mind. Next morning I woke up, she was in the kitchen cooking. I must say, Patti can cook, no doubt. I had been on ‘men’s meals’ for over two weeks. You single guys know about ‘men’s meals’. Those little pasta ‘O’ things in the sickly sweet tomato sauce with pretend cheese. Ravioli in a can, bread and butter, cheese, crackers, something fast you don’t have to fuck with. Hell, I had even. The zippered boots I was wearing were pulled off of my feet. The open, white button up shirt hit the floor behind me. The scarlet cammie was pulled over my head, and the pleated mini skirt was unzipped, and dropped down around my ankles. As I stepped out of the circle of clothing he spun me around to face opposite him, and unclasped my bra. He wrapped his warm muscled arms around me and squeezed both breasts the way I had been longing for him to all night long. He leaned his face down to my. Decisions,decisions. I sometimes can't wait to wear make up so lately I have beendoing it as soon as I can most mornings. I brush out my hair which hasbeen cute in a short but very girlie style and highlighted with darlingblonde streaks. If I were a tomboy, which I am not, I could easily go outwithout a wig now but it will be about 3 more months until it is a lengththat I can do all sorts of femmy things with it.Next, I go to my closet and pick out which maid uniform I feel likewearing that.