At 16:30 the hair dresser arrived; I was dressed in the most expensive dress the girls had forced me to buy. It was a full flowing dress, not one of t...hose that were so tight that I could not walk; one that was easy to dance in for any kind of dance.It was V cut in the front below my boobs so no bra; I had no boobs to begin with. Boobs are fat and with all the exercise I did they were barely a small C cup, but even with my age they were still high and tight.The dress had deep V cut in the back. [JMitchell]: I’m still wearing it. I want you again now.[JMitchell]: Desperately.[NimbleKimble]: I know. And I, you. Get some rest. Goodnight Meg.--- JMitchell has left the conversation --- It was later that week that Meg found herself walking into an enormously grand hotel she had never previously visited, located in the neighbouring county. As she walked through the old-fashioned revolving doors, overnight bag in hand, her eyes darted quickly around the room in the hope of seeing a tall, dark. My mind played connect the dots, and I could imagine what it looked like, exactly right where it was, but she stood up again and dropped two more cakes onto my plate. "I think that's enough, young man," she said sternly. My heart caught in my throat. I was caught! I was certain of it! "You'd better see if you can eat those before I put any more on your plate. I've got to feed everyone else, you know!" I looked down to the stack of 7 pancakes on my plate."OK," I said. "Pass the syrup?" I watched. Let's go get this over with. If I have to, I'll call in some federal favors. You'll be fine."We drove up to the house to find the grass still needed to be cut. Oh well. A strange car was in the driveway, but I didn't care. It might even belong to her friend.I rang the doorbell and Judy answered the door becoming surprised and alarmed that I had brought someone. I introduced them, "Judy, this is Sarah Perkins, a friend, and someone to represent me tonight and witness what happens. Sarah, this is.