"Well, uh...I told her I'd think about it." You did not," said Fiona. "You said you'd meet with her at the hairsalon tomorrow. I heard you." Yeah, b...ut I've decided not to, okay?" Is there any particular reason, George?" Um...I think Carla wants me to be...girly." I said it. I couldn'tbelieve how humiliated I felt. I felt my whole face flushing inembarrassment."Girly?" Sophisticated, Mom," said Fiona. She sounded indignant. "My bestfriend's mother wants to teach him a few social graces. . Maybe a bath will clear my head. I draw a bath and go get my tablet for some research. The water feels good and helps me relax. Turning on the tablet I search the term hotwife “a married woman whose marriage is open on her end only, so that she can date other men and have sex with them, with both the permission and encouragement of her husband, in order to fulfill his fantasy of sharing her with other men, to the benefit of their marriage.” Interesting I think to myself. There are also a lot of. I used the time to try andimprove my voice with some luck. We arrived at Lisa's parent's place, empty because her parentswere out west visiting her uncle. After starting our laundry weraided the kitchen for lunch and got down to business. The firstorder of business was finding me some shoes. Lisa rummagedthrough her mother's closet and came up with an arm full ofshoes."Try these on they are a size 9 which is what you should be,"she said handing me a long pair of boots. "They have only 3. Sitting in the middle of the long back seat, Denise found herself sweating miserably while Peggy, still naked and asleep, leaned up against the left side window, shaded and fanned.Denise thought about moving further up front, taking an empty seat on the left side of the bus, but she was afraid that if she moved she might draw attention to herself. Already some of the boys up front had spotted her and looked ready to pounce. She was sure that the only reason that they hadn't come back here was.