I was enrolled at the local high school on Monday, by the next week Mum had a job at an insurance office. Jo, of course was busy in her decorating bus...iness. By the next week I admitted to difficulties in Math. Math at my old school was given less emphasis and I found it hard to keep up here. Private tuition was suggested, so the Math teacher at school was approached. Yes, he would be delighted to tutor me and he guaranteed good grades. I was not happy. You see, something about this tall,. ‘Can I get you….anything…else. Anything. At. All?’ She smiled, running one finger down Lucas’s arm. She obviously cared little, if at all, about Katie’s presence. There was no way anyone in this bar would think the two of them could be on a date. Katie, she told herself, you are a nerdy spinster who dresses like a nun compared to her and he is quarter back of the football team. She paused….but fuck high school! Yet, the thought didn’t make it any less true. He was out of her league. Lucas gave. It says Hey there slut, finally getting the hang of this! But just so you know, tonight, you may no longer piss. I gulp. Bladder denial is almost as bad as orgasm denial! I keep reading though. "Now that you're smooth, shaved bare, go to the kitchen and put on the clothes you find there."I dry myself haphazardly before rushing back into the kitchen. I don't bother to put anyting on. When I get there, I immediately unzip the garment bag and gasp! The dress is very nice. It's fitted, tightly. Some of the customers started murmuring as the maître d’ approached the ladies’ table. ‘I beg your pardon ladies, but your open display of your assets, while quite enjoyable to a number of the patrons, is entirely inappropriate for an establishment such as Morton’s. I’m afraid that I am going to have to ask you to leave.’ The maître d’ stood next to their table, trying to maintain a professional demeanor, although it was apparent he was one of the ones that were very much enjoying the view..