"Hey. You forget about me?" The man's voice says.Startled you turn to look at the person talking to you. Surprisingly, you see a small winged man, flo...ating near your shoulder.One of his wings appears to be little more than bone. He's wearing ragged, green clothes that perfectly show off his muscular body.If he wasn't so small, you'd have a clear attraction to him."Who? er- What are you?" You ask."Just lie back down, I'll explain." He shushes you.You lie back down as instructed. Quickly he flies. Beth’s job, other than to be provocative eye candy, was to deliver the clue cards to the various tables at the appropriate times. The cards we stored in the library. Beth stood by the library door. From her vantage point, she could watch the entire party and consume the wine and appetizers brought to her by leering male party guests. The most persistent visitor was young Tommy Robertson, Charlotte’s son. He plied her with wine while he stared at her breasts.When admiring males did not block her. He soon came back out changed into normal clothes, as we have the stereotypical uniforms for school. White shirt and tie with slacks for the boys, blouse and tie, with a skirt with kneesocks for the girls. I didn't get to change, but i never cared much, as i liked the uniform, and after school i would add my own little flair to it; undoing the tie a little, pulling the sleeves up, etc. So he comes back out wearing normal jean pants and no shirt, which turned me on and made me a little wet at. I jump up from the bed clutching the quilt to my chest. I scan around the room looking for my clothes. My inner schoolgirl stands there mocking me with an “I told you so” look on her face. With my back to you I quickly pull my camisole top on and reach for my skirt. “Where are my panties?” I half yell at no one and everyone at the same time. I can’t see clearly from the tears in my eyes. I pull my skirt on and hastily zip it up and fasten it in the back. Slipping into my sandals I turn and.