"Elizabeth and Anastasia 7"( Ff FF )[7/8]

After that faintest of feathery touches, Betty could feel the other
girl's breath, light and warm, on her lips and face.  She could smell
the wine, and the hint of sweetness from Stacy herself.  Opening her
lips slightly, she began to breathe deeply and evenly.  Once again
those lips touched hers, slightly firmer, but still oh-so-soft.  A
tiny tingle ran from her lips down to the bottom of her spine,
settling there.

She moved then, causing Stacy to tense up and move her head back.
Betty moved farther up, lying across Stacy's lap, with her head now
resting on the cushions heaped at the end of the couch.  Wanting to
reassure her, make her know this is what she wanted, she placed her
right hand over her head and moved her other hand behind Stacy, slowly
massaging her back.  Wiggling a bit to get more comfortable, she put a
little more pressure into her back rub to encourage Stacy to resume
her efforts.

A third time those lips touched hers, but this time they stayed,
tasting, caressing, and nibbling her lips, first one, then the other,
not content with sitting still, but moving slowly and teasingly
around.

Stacy's tongue joined her lips in tasting Betty's mouth.  She felt
like one of Annabella's new desserts, one being enjoyed for the first
time, something to be savored slowly and fully.

Those lips began to roam around on her face and neck, going slowly,
kissing and licking everything, eyes, ears, chin, cheek.  She opened
her eyes a little, wanting to watch what was happening, not wanting to
miss out any of this, her first time.  She felt like a virgin again,
except she was giving it to someone special, and knew it would be a
wonderful  experience.  Those lips, that tongue, and that hand were
all generating their own little sensations, tiny tingles that moved
through her from toes to scalp to fingertip, finally settling in her
groin.  It was the first time Betty thought she might cum without
anything touching her pussy.

Again those lips returned to hers, teasing, tantalizing, not
satisfying her growing passion.  When her tongue moved to join that
other, it moved away, allowing only a brief contact, but letting her
touch and taste those other lips.

During this time Stacy's hand was not idle.  Gradually she had
increased the pressure of her fingers, spreading them, until her hand
and palm were massaging Betty's breasts, especially those tight, hard
nipples.

It was delicious how this felt, every touch and movement creating
little highs, building up steadily in her pussy.  Her breath was still
deep, but faster, more insistent.  This was broken into a gasp, then
short panting breaths when Stacy started pinching and pulling at her
nipples.

"Ohhhh ... that feels so ... goooood!"

Betty squeezed her thighs together, feeling her need growing inside.
She was hot and moist, ready for anything, wanting to cum.  Stacy
wasn't letting her.  She knew she was close, she was building up, but
she needed more.

Finally Stacy kissed her, fully, open mouth, tongue extended, hard and
passionately.  Wrapping her arms around the blonde, she kissed back
just as hard, sucking and licking the other tongue like she would a
cock. Now Stacy moaned.

They kept at it like this for another few minutes, feverishly working
tongue and lip, expressing their desire for each other, building up
the tension and excitement.  Finally Betty pushed Stacy's hand off her
breasts and down towards her pussy, spreading her legs as wide as they
would go.  Her groin was now almost aching with the build-up and she
couldn't stand waiting any longer.

When Stacy's hand finally reached it's goal, she still teased and
tantalized - the blonde was taking her time.  Placing one finger on
each side of her pussy, that hand gently traced the outside of her
crack from the top of her mound down to the bottom of her cheeks,
repeating this motion several times.  Betty finally whimpered with
frustration, grabbing Stacy's hand and mashing it into her own twat.
Breaking their kiss for a second, she whispered "Come on!"

Quickly the blonde lubricated her fingers in Betty's steaming snatch.
She was sopping wet inside, so this didn't take much time.  Sliding
one finger inside, then a second, she began pumping slowly, grinding
the heel of her thumb in where she thought the brunette's clit would
be.  Betty repositioned the blonde's hand to hit her pleasure spots.

It felt wonderful, those long fingers pumping into her, wiggling
inside, her clit massaged through her pussy lips, mouth and face being
attacked by Stacy's lips and tongue.  Her heart was now pounding with
the excitement of finally being with another woman, with Stacy.
Hardly believing it to be real, she could still feel her orgasm
building, slowly moving outward from deep within her groin.
Impatiently she waited for it, wanting it, needing it desperately.
Putting all her desire and lust into her kisses of the blonde's mouth,
face, neck, and whatever else was offered, she began to roll her hips,
trying to get Stacy to go faster and deeper.

And she did, pumping those fingers deep and hard, mashing the
brunette's crack and clit on every in-stroke, driving Betty quickly to
the edge and over.

She came hard, with her entire body tensing up for several seconds,
holding off her big release as long as possible before coming down off
that plateau of intense pleasure.  With a rush of air, she released
her body into the rest of her orgasm, pleasant sensations running all
over and inside her, centered on her twat.  Stacy slowed a little with
her fingers when she saw Betty cum, but didn't quit until Betty
reached down and stopped her movements, pushing her friend's hand into
her pussy and closing her thighs to keep it there, with two fingers
buried deep in her vagina. It felt ... nice, like Dave's cock, when he
stayed inside her, waiting for her to recover before starting again.

Betty lay there for a few minutes, recovering her breath and some of
her strength, squeezing her thighs whenever she felt Stacy's hand
moving, not wanting to let it go.

It wasn't over yet.  That hand in her pussy started moving again, a
slow rocking rhythm, sliding just a tiny ways up and down her crack,
rubbing between her lips, massaging her clit very softly. Both fingers
in her hole were moving, a slow dance up and down, bending at the
knuckles and twirling around in a circular motion.  Betty whimpered a
bit and clamped her thighs together tight, not really ready to go
again this soon.  She felt that knot inside of her still, but it was
distant, pushed back by her recent physical release.

Stacy's mouth, which had been idly nibbling on the brunette's lips,
traced a path down her neck to her breast, licking and nibbling a
circle around it, through the fabric.  Betty whined a bit more, unsure
if she wanted to stop things or not.  She hadn't yet recovered from
her last orgasm, but it was starting to feel good again.  Her body
decided - she was too relaxed to fight.  Letting her thighs fall open
again, she went limp, giving Stacy tacit approval to do whatever she
wanted.

Spiraling inwards, those lips finally reached her nipple, lightly
teasing it through the fabric, lips and tongue just brushing it,
moving away and circling around to tickle it again.  Those little
flickers were generating tiny jolts in her nipple, jolts being echoed
deep in her groin.

Suddenly Betty gasped, her body arching and straining.  Stacy had
sucked almost half her tit into her mouth and was sucking and licking
her nipple like a demon.  She'd also resumed pounding that hand into
Betty's twat, adding a third finger, driving them in deep and fast.
She gasped again, and again, as that feeling in her groin returned
full force.  Almost without warning, she was in the middle of another
full-blown orgasm, much stronger than the last one, head thrown back,
thighs clenching, hips thrusting, pulling Stacy hard into her breast,
pushing back, trying to force more of herself into Stacy's mouth.  She
hung there, hardly breathing, right at the peak, seemingly forever.
There was no letup in the powerful waves of pleasure being created in
her breast and her crotch, the blonde seemingly unwilling to allow her
to slide down the other side of this peak, holding her there until she
was almost ready to pass out.

When Stacy finally let up, it was over quickly.  All her tension and
need had been completely burned away, leaving nothing but a warm, very
tired, all-over glow, and leaving Betty a limp and exhausted mass of
flesh.  When Stacy pulled her fingers out, Betty whimpered a bit, not
liking that suddenly empty feeling.  She did open her mouth to lick
and suck those fingers clean, once she realized what was being
offered.  The flavor wasn't new to her, she'd tasted it before on her
own fingers and on Dave's cock, but for some reason her juices seemed
much sweeter while being sucked and licked off Stacy's hand.

She was tired, sweaty, and satiated, feeling properly fucked for the
first time.  The only thing she could compare this with was her best
sessions with Dave.  Even that match-up was a little lame, because he
had never managed to push her into such an intense orgasm.

Stacy made her get up and move into the bedroom, where she stripped
them both nude, put Betty under the covers and climbed in after her.
Cuddling the brunette to her, holding her close, she let her friend
fall asleep in that warm, soft, afterglow.  In a while, Stacy also
fell asleep.


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<<present>>

They spent the rest of the day shopping, picking up several outfits,
undergarments, toiletries, some makeup, and a few other essential
items.  Betty was upset at the amount of money being spent, and
protested several times.  It was worse when Joyce picked out a few
things for Stacy. She finally put her foot down when Joyce went to
transfer money into her bank account.

"Joyce, this is too much.  I won't let you do it.  I can make do
without. I've got some of my own money, enough to last a while,
anyway."

"Betty, weren't you listening last night?  This isn't my money we're
spending, it's yours.  Your mother put the money aside just in case
something like this happened.  And before you protest any more, she
can afford it.  Besides, most of it came from your father as part of
the divorce settlement.  Think of the look on his face if he knew you
were spending his money like this, and don't feel so guilty."

"You will need the cash, too.  I expect you'll start splitting the
rent with Stacy, easing some of the pressure on her checkbook, as well
as sharing costs for utilities and food, and maybe even gas.  Who
knows, you might even get your license and want to drive somewhere.
Trust me, a grand a month sounds like a lot, but it disappears fast.
You're going to have to be very careful how you spend it, if you want
it to last from month to month."

"But it still seems like a lot of money."

"Betty," Stacy interrupted, "trust me.  You'll be glad of every penny.
I'm getting by on twelve hundred a month right now from dad, but with
having to pay all my own bills, and pay for gas, I'm falling behind a
little bit every month.  Without the savings I have, I'd have had to
move home or find another part-time job.  With dad paying for tuition,
books, and the car and insurance, I couldn't ask for more from him."

"I guess, when you put it like that, it doesn't seem like all that
much anymore."

"So, Joyce, you said Betty would be getting a grand per month?"
Getting a nod, she carried on.  "We'll work out a budget next week,
and you can see how much it really costs to survive.  Especially for
food and rent."

"Good.  I'm glad to see you've got some financial sense Stacy.  Betty
needs to learn from scratch apparently.  Anyway, this will be your
first installment, sort of a bonus.  The next one will be on the
twenty-fifth, and on that same date for some time to come.  By the
way, we're going shopping again next weekend.  You'll have figured out
what you need by then, and I know a girl can never have too many
clothes. Now, now.  Don't make faces!  We're going, and that's final."

"All right, all right, I give up.  When you're both ganging up on me I
don't have a hope, do I.  Besides, I'm getting tired and hungry.
When's dinner?  In fact, when was lunch?"

"Oops, I think we missed it somehow.  Too busy shopping I guess.  Lets
pick up something on the way to your place, Stacy, my treat.  Yes,
with my own money this time.  Chicken 'n fixin's okay?  Whaddaya mean,
watch your figures.  Neither one of you has enough figure to worry
about!  You can afford one greasy meal.  Now lets go."

That settled, they packed up and headed back, picking up some chicken.
To Joyce's great disappointment, they never saw Woody on the way in.


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<<past>>

Betty woke up slowly, enjoying that warm and fuzzy half-asleep state,
tired, yet, on the whole, feeling very good.  It took a minute to
realize she wasn't alone in bed, and a little longer to notice it
wasn't her bed and that she was with Stacy.  When the memories of what
had happened started coming back, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the
replays in her mind, especially that second explosive climax.

Opening her eyes again, she saw she was lying up against Stacy's side
and that the blonde was sound asleep.  Grinning to herself, she
decided a nice slow wakeup call would be in order.

Moving very slowly and cautiously, she slid down under the covers,
continuing until she could get Stacy's nipple in her mouth.
Moistening her lips and forming an 'O', she surrounded the nipple
without touching it, and began a slow gentle suck, taking it in, then
releasing, pausing for a second between each cycle.

Checking first to see if Stacy showed any signs of waking up, she
moved one hand down to her friend's pussy.  There was very little hair
there, only a mohawk left in the middle of her mound.  Using the ends
of her fingers, she began a slow circular rub on top of the other's
crack, as far between those thighs as could be reached with the legs
closed.  She matched her hand's rhythm to that of her mouth.

After several minutes of this, Stacy was beginning to breathe a little
more deeply, and her thighs opened a bit, reacting automatically to
the stimulation.  Betty took advantage of this by ever-so-slowly
moving her hand farther in with each rotation.  She could feel the
softness under her fingers where Stacy's vaginal opening was.  Now she
was massaging with the full length of her fingers and palm, covering
almost all of the girl's pussy.  Her rhythm hadn't changed.

Betty was warm, relaxed, and comfortable.  She decided she liked the
feel of Stacy's near-naked pussy.  It wasn't the same as a cock, but
it was just as warm and silky, and much softer underneath.

Stacy took a deep breath, moved around a bit, then settled down again.
Her breathing was a little faster now, not as deep as before.  It was
hard to tell if she was really asleep, or in that half-way stage,
where everything was still rather dreamlike.  Her body knew what was
happening, though, and was reacting regardless.

There was moisture now under Betty's hand, she could feel it working
it's way up through the folds of skin, which were now warm and puffy.
Extending her middle finger, she began to work it down into the
blonde's crack, slowly of course, still circling in sync with the
suction on Stacy's nipple.

When her finger was fully engulfed in those warm wet lips, she began
to move her hand farther down again, this time working her finger into
Stacy's hole.  At the first, slight penetration, Stacy let out a small
gasp, then continued with shorter, faster, breaths.  Every few exhales
she let out a tiny whimper.  When Betty's finger was all the way in,
she settled into her rhythm again, massaging that pussy with her hand,
rolling her finger around in that wonderfully warm, soft, wet,
clinging tunnel, waiting to see if Stacy would wake up before she
climaxed.

It was close.  "Uh?  Whaa?  Ooooooo.  Whadyadoin ... oh, don't stop,
that's nice, yes, oh!  Oh!  Ohhhhhhh!"

As Stacy woke up, Betty began working her in ernest, sucking hard on
her breast and nipple, licking it, gently nipping at it with her lips
and teeth.  At the same time, she began to pump her finger in and out
of Stacy's tunnel, rocking her hand up and down the length of her
crack, rubbing hard and fast.

Another minute or two of this and Stacy let out a series of mewling
cries, then gasped and went rigid for a second as her orgasm hit.
Panting heavily, she grabbed onto the sheets for support, her body now
writhing around out of her control, still being driven on by Betty's
mouth and fingers.

One final "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" signalled the end, and Betty stopped, letting
the nipple pop out of her mouth, but leaving her hand and finger in
place.  Both lay there for several minutes, Stacy recovering, Betty
relaxing, listening to and feeling Stacy's return.  She could feel her
finger being grabbed and released each time her friend gave a slight
shiver.  It felt ... different.

"You rotter you."

"Whaaaat?  Me?"

"Yes you!  I was kinda hoping to be awake for my first time with you!"

"Well, you were, sorta."

"Yeah, just sorta long enough to enjoy the aftermath."

After a few more deep breaths, she continued.

"Thank you.  It was nice.  I needed it, especially after you were
parading around in that near-nothing outfit, and then falling asleep
on me!  I mean really, is that the polite thing to do?  Oooooooh."

Betty had started her slow massage of Stacy's twat again.

"Hmmm.  Let's see.  Near-nothing outfit.  I distinctly remember your
eyes popping out of their sockets, drool coming out of your mouth, and
your tongue hitting the floor when you saw me in that thing.  I
thought you liked it.  Maybe I was wrong.  And then falling asleep on
you? As if I had a choice in the matter with what you did to me.
Besides, I'm a guest here.  And it's not very polite for a hostess to
fall asleep on a guest.  As for what I'm doing, since I'm a beginner
at this, I thought I'd sneak in a little practice while you weren't
looking, as it were.  If that's not okay, should I stop?  Or is it
okay?"

"Nnnnnnng, no!  I mean yes!  Oh, just don't stop, please, it feels so
gooood."

"You mean, it's okay if I keep practicing?"

"Uuhhh, yes.  Yes ... please."

"Okay, you asked for it.  I know you've done this lots, and I'm a real
amateur, so don't mind me if I make lots of mistakes.  I'll get better
with practice.  And I'm planning on getting a lot of practice."

With that, she wriggled her way down to Stacy's snatch, pushing the
covers ahead of her, keeping her finger rotating in that warm, soft
hole.

This was Betty's first look as Stacy's pussy.  In fact, it was her
first good look at anybody's adult pussy.  It looked neat and tidy,
carefully shaved, with only a vertical stripe of hair just above the
top of her slit.  Right now, it was wet and glistening, with her
juices coating her from her mound right 'round to her cheeks and from
thigh to thigh.  Her lips were red and engorged, spread wide, showing
everything.  That little nubbin down there hiding under a flap of skin
must be her clit, and Betty could actually see her finger disappearing
into and coming out of Stacy's hole.  Leaning over a little, she could
see the small, puckered anal sphincter, and wet spots on the bed where
some juices had dribbled.

Now for the hard part.  Despite her bravado and casual words, she'd
never licked another pussy before, and wasn't sure she could do it.
The fingering was easy - it was just like jacking off, except she
couldn't feel what was happening.  But getting in there to kiss and
suck and taste, that was a big step.  She'd seen it on video and in
pictures, and read about it in stories, but this was different.  Could
she? Well, if Dave could learn to do it with her (and he had, and
practiced lots too) she could learn to do it with Stacy.  At least it
didn't smell bad like she'd been afraid of, like some of the stories
had described. It was a light, musty sort of smell, not unpleasant,
overlaid with the stronger smell of sex.

"It's all right, don't rush things.  If you're not ready for this,
don't force yourself.  It's not something you have to do for me, and
you certainly don't need to prove anything to me either.  Just put
your head down on my stomach, that's right, now relax and enjoy what
you're doing.  I know I'm enjoying it."

Stacy was now caressing Betty's bottom, thighs, and calves, gently and
tenderly, with one hand.  It felt nice.

"Now pull your finger out of my hole, and I'll tell you what I like.
First I want you to lube me up good, spreading my juices all over my
pussy and ass.  Yes my ass, even my rectum.  It's very sensitive and
can feel good if treated gently.  That's right, with slow, light
caresses, yes, that feels good.  Be careful with my clit, it's small,
but it's very sensitive too, and you can hurt me easily.  Usually you
don't touch it directly unless I'm really excited, and then some light
stroking or licking or sucking will send me through the roof.  If you
want to play with it, do it through one of my lips, or through the
skin cover ... ooooh, nnnnnngyea, you've got the idea, really light
and tender.  As you know, everything around there is sensitive to some
degree, but for me, it's the skin around my clit and the patch of skin
between my vagina and rectum.  Yesss, oh!  Right there and there,
you've got it, oh, yes you've got it you got it you got it ... oooohh
yes, keep doing it, please."

Betty got it, and decided it would be okay to use two hands instead of
her tongue, at least until she got more used to this.  Moving a
little, she slid her right arm under Stacy's right leg, lifting it a
bit for better access, brought her left arm in over Stacy's middle,
and put her head down on Stacy's thigh for a good, close, front-row
view of the action.  From there, she could actually see into Betty's
hole, and watched the pinkish muscles relax and contract in time to
Stacy's "oh's". It was a fascinating sight.  She could also smell
everything.  It was different from anything else she knew, coming
closest to the smell of her own panties after they'd been worn for a
while.  She could get used to it easily.

After licking and sucking the thumb and first two fingers of her right
hand for lubrication, she slowly and carefully slid two fingers into
her friend's wet hole.  Once in, she began a slow pumping action,
moving in and out.  She used her thumb to gently massage the skin
between the two holes, getting some delighted whimpers from Stacy.
Next to be licked and sucked were the first two fingers of her other
hand.  These she used to touch and massage the upper parts of that
wonderful pussy in front of her, lightly feeling and caressing both
inside and outside those puffy lips.

When she heard Stacy's breath become fast and panting, she increased
the speed of her pumping, and began to tease Stacy's clit, touching
the skin over top of it, circling around the edge, moving away up or
down then coming back, and finally, when she heard the blonde gasping,
she started a very gentle fingertip massage of the top of it.

"Oh god, yes, oh yes, don't stop, don't st... oh, I'm cumming! I'm
cum... I'm cum....cumiiiiiiinnnnnngggg!"  Caught up in her orgasm, she
almost managed to shake the brunette loose with her hips thrusting and
gyrating all over.  Betty moved her finger off Stacy's clit when the
orgasm started to subside, knowing how sensitive her own got after
cumming, instead rubbing the skin around it.  Stacy obviously liked
it, she kept cumming and cumming and cumming ...

It seemed like hours before Stacy came back down from her high, but
was in fact about a minute.

"Stop, please, no more for now.  I'm drained."

Betty stopped, but left her fingers where they were sitting, in
Stacy's hole and in her slot.  She liked it when Dave left her full
for a while afterwards too.  That euphoric glow, that wonderful
feeling of just having been fucked, seemed to last longer and sink
deeper when he did.  Besides, the way her fingers were being grabbed
and sucked inside, she didn't think Stacy wanted her to pull out.

Once Stacy's breathing returned to more-or-less normal, Betty pulled
out (getting a whimper of protest for that) and moved up to be face-
to-face again.  Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, face
flushed and perspiring.  Touching those lips with her cum-covered
fingertips, she rubbed some in.  Stacy's tongue came out and licked
off the juice, and her mouth opened for the rest.

When it didn't come, she opened her eyes.  Seeing what was in front of
her, she closed her eyes and shivered her way through a mini- orgasm,
a small aftershock left over from the big one.  Betty was licking her
fingers clean of Stacy's juices, just as though she was licking a
popsicle.  The taste wasn't bad, a little sweet, with a very slight
tang to it.  Not too far from the taste of her own juices.  When done,
she slid her fingers into Stacy's twat for more, causing the girl to
shiver and gasp all over again.  This time she let Stacy suck her
fingers clean.  She went back for one more load, but this time, when
she put her fingers in Stacy's mouth, she followed them with her own
lips and tongue, sharing the taste and the juices between them.

"Hmm, I think I need some more practice."

"No!  Nononono, please.  I've had enough for now.  You've exhausted
me. Just let me rest for a little while.  Pull the covers up and let's
cuddle."

"Better not.  At least, I'd better not.  Dad would have a fit if I
stayed out all night without calling.  You rest for a bit.  You need
it right now.  It looks like I might have been a bit rough on you.
Too many amateur mistakes, I guess."

Betty gave Stacy a warm, soft, chaste kiss on the lips, pulled up the
covers, and left the room.  Two hours later she was back, waking her
friend with the same kind of kiss she'd left her to sleep with.

"Hey sleepyhead, time to wake up.  It's late, dinner's almost here,
and I want a shower before I go to bed.  C'mon, get that cute tail of
yours in gear."

"Dinner?  Late?  Shower?  What time is it?"  Her brain was fuzzy, her
voice thick with sleep.  She felt good, but was tired.

"The pizza should be here in a few minutes, it's dark out, I want a
shower 'cause I smell funny, and it's after ten, in that order.  You
want to hear it again?"

"How long was I asleep?"

"Hours.  Of course, I would've waited for the pizza to get here to
feed you dinner in bed, but I don't think the delivery guy is ready to
see me dressed like this."

"You're wearing that again?  Shouldn't you be ready to head home
soon?"

"Nope.  I called dad and told him you were having a party here
tonight, and it'd be a late one.  So I'd be staying the night here.  I
hope it's okay?"

"It's quite okay.  I'm just not awake enough yet to appreciate it."

"Oops, you'd better get dressed fast, that's the door buzzer.  Sounds
like our pizza is here."

They had their pizza, showered together (her first intimate shower
with another girl, too bad nothing exciting happened) and then they
crawled into bed.  It was the type of intimate, relaxed evening that
only two lovers could really have.  Remembering back to their first
time at Annabella's, Betty realized that they were sharing the same
sort of quiet time together, both able to be themselves with no
pressures or demands of any kind.  She'd never had this before with
anyone, except maybe a few times years ago with her mother.  This was
a little different, though, because of the attraction she had for
Stacy.  Each touch, each kiss and glance, created a soft, warm glow
inside.

Both were still tired, suffering the after-effects of their
early-evening activities, so they curled up together, necked and
petted for a while, and went to sleep.

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<<present>>

After dinner, Joyce insisted that Betty and Stacy model everything,
especially the underclothes and their new nightgowns.  Betty was
rather embarrassed modelling the latter in front of Joyce.  Some of
the bras and panties were picked out with Stacy in mind, and were
quite sexy and revealing.  As were the nightgowns.  Betty's was light,
emerald green, very sheer, mostly see through, and very skimpy.  You
could see almost everything under it.  Joyce thought she looked really
cute.  Stacy thought she looked absolutely gorgeous.  Stacy's was
similar, but much longer, reaching to her calves, and in a ruby red
colour.  Joyce gave her a wolf-whistle when she came strutting out of
the bedroom.

When the modelling show was over, before either had a chance to
change, Joyce excused herself, saying it was time for her to head
home.

"I think I'd better, just to make certain your father is at home. By
the way, he knows I came here this morning.  He tailed me again.  He
thinks he's so clever."

"He tailed you?  Again?"  Joyce had to explain to Stacy how they'd
been followed on the way to the restaurant.  "What a bastard!"

"You're both going to have to be careful of him.  If he starts getting
bad, don't hesitate to call the police.  You wouldn't be doing him any
favors by not calling, and he'll just get worse.  Believe me.  Here's
the number for detective Simons.  He's the guy who handled the
problems when your mother left, and I talked to him this morning and
explained what's happening now."

"Oh, I almost forgot.  I called Patsy this morning and told her what
happened.  She said thanks, and wished you luck.  She said, and I'm
quoting her on this, 'It's about time she stood up to that bastard.' I
told you she wasn't all that bad."

"Anyway, I'd better go.  Maybe I'll get lucky and run into Woody on
the way out.  Wouldn't that be nice."

With that, she packed up and headed out, leaving the two girls alone.