..And I brought something for you to wear. Lift up your dress.”She was by now so habituated to doing what I told her that she automatically reached... for the hem of her dress. Then she hesitated, caught between two self-images: the elegantly dressed future teacher who would soon be addressing an audience of parents of the grade-school children she saw every day, and the sexual submissive who thought of herself as my property and deliberately sought humiliation at my hands.She had so far been. "Yeah, me too," Denise said. "I guess that fits a lot of people. Sometimes it just isn't in the cards." But both of you are smart," Jeremy said, sitting back and looking at the women. "You could still go." Yeah, right," Denise said. "Now how am I going to make my house payment, and save up enough money to go to school?" There's all kinds of tuition programs out there," Jeremy said, starting to eat again."Then, why are you working to save up money for school?" Connie asked.Jeremy hurriedly. She took my hand and rubbed it against her leg. Rather than feeling nylon rubbing on skin, I felt nylon rubbing on nylon. The original nylon skin was under the white nylon! There was once again a button on the right hip. There was no button underneath, though. She now had the benefit of having two layers of nylon on her legs and hips without the discomfort of waistbands or buttons. I wanted to rub her legs even more but she pushed me away. She took my seamless nylon hand and placed it her. . well ... uh ... they CAN change. The only difference I see in you is your total dedication to your son, and I would have expected that. When we were "the thing" and I thought I would marry you I envisioned children and what a great Mom you would be."Meaghan sobered to the thought that her Cinderella dream might have an evil step-sister in it."I thought we were just getting back on the same train." She said referring back to his earlier analogy."Honey, there's baggage we have to bring with us..