’ They both simmered in silence for several heartbeats. Aidan’s tenseness was palpable, as was the fact that Jean had obviously not said all he in...tended to say. ‘Alright, I’m sorry I brought it up,’ he said finally, laying a brotherly hand on Aidan’s shoulder. ‘I think I’m becoming a mother hen in my old age.’ Aidan snorted his skepticism of that point as he watched Jean eye a blonde in a crimson bustier and black mini skirt. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ he replied and they sat in companionable. The closest “friend” I had was Max, who lived three hours away. If you haven’t read my other stories, Max is my benefactor, my occasional lover, and my Sugar Daddy. My relationship with him may sound strange to an outsider, and it is complicated to explain.I met Max online, and he was the first person to call me and treat me as a “she,” even before I knew I wanted that. He encouraged me to follow my dreams, and he was the first man to take my virginity. Max is married with children, and I know. "So, how's the future Aggie doing, Ron?" I heard over my shoulder. I looked and saw Connie Younger standing there smiling. I noted that she had spoken to me but she was moving her gaze back and forth among my two sisters and Adele. I wasn't certain, but it looked like she was analyzing the ribbon chokers while trying to come to a conclusion about them.Connie was tall with jet black hair and a nice, slender build. The thing that really stood out about her, though, was the icy blueness of her. John pickedout a white blouse from the wardrobe and held it open for me to put my armsinto before he buttoned it up the front. He took my shortest navy skirt fromthe wardrobe and held it down for me to step into before pulling it up overmy nylons and zipping it up the back. John took my four and a half inchheels from the bottom of the wardrobe and held my hand as I stepped up intothem. I felt almost like a Victorian lady with her own ladies maid as Johnfussed around me passing me my make up and.