Her face was unlined and she was fitter than she had ever been in her life. Appraising her naked body in the mirror, she allowed herself a small smile... of satisfaction. Her breasts were still pert and her bottom was round and smooth. On this sunny Monday morning, she would be visiting her old secondary school to appraise its current standards and decide if she was going to send her own daughter there. 20 years ago it had been a great place and Jennifer had enjoyed her time there. All her. One city has a big screen TV theater in a large dark room and another has a mini-Cineplex of carnal delights. My favorite theater is an old classic theater with a number of personal side theaters and an arcade called The Grande (sic). It was the state of the art in about 1948. Over the years it was modernized, but the surrounding area just stopped attracting theater-goers.. The owners sold it to a real-estate company owner, who I’m told really wanted to do real theater productions, but the. Then from that day onwards we chatted regularly. She always used to abuse me while chatting and gave orders and made me send her photo of that to her to prove that I did as she ordered. I had to give her details of what I am doing the entire day and she used to ask for snapchat any moment to check whether I am telling the truth or not. She ordered me to wear an adult diaper to work and send her snap from office washroom, asked me to go to gym without any underwear and I had to prove it when she. Both were still wondering if they had imagined the whole thing.John poured drinks for them both and they sat in the lounge in silence. “John?” Yeah?” “You know the wish you made? You think….I mean, do you suppose?…..No, I guess not, just forget it!” “What, you mean do I think it actually worked? I’d been thinking much the same thing myself, actually!” John idly tapped the side of his glass with his index finger. Both friends looked at each other a smile breaking across their faces at almost the.