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 M, F, ds, exhib, oral, sm, ws, hair, age

   This story is in no way based on any actual events, and is completely
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meant to condone or encourage actual behaviors.

   This story is considerably longer than the ones I like to write.  Then
because of the characters and the nature of the story, I thought more
explaining would be necessary.  I would like to make this story into a
series of sorts, with a combination of some heavy BDSM, as well as
Daddy/daughter play.  Of course whether I opt to add more chapters to the
story or not depends on feedback (which seems to be quite rare on this
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as to characters.  Again I need feedback and responses to the story.

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   AIMEE By Blade (C) March, 2017

   "That's ok, let's just forget it." She could see the definite fit of
frustration in his eyes, and thought that he was near the point of
beginning to cry.

   Beyond flustered as well as embarrassed, he shook his head no but knew
that she was right.  "But you don't understand!  I have been looking
forward to this moment for the last six months.  I mean, at home after we
talk on the computer and sometimes when we skype, after I go to bed... 
well I am so hard and I can't help but touch myself.  Then if I touch it
too much...  well you know.  I make a sticky mess and all I want to think
about is you."

   They had met on a gaming site several months ago, and over time they had
slowly gotten to know each other better.  Finally they had agreed to go a
step further and exchange personal email addresses and things seemed to
have been falling together .........  well until tonight that is.  Aimee
had never been on a real date.  Fact is she had never had a boyfriend
either.  Many times in school she thought that a couple of guys were
flirting with her, but she had no interest other than her studies and
getting good grades.  Aimee was about as geeky as she could be.  Then she
met Roland and after a couple of months of playing sometimes on the same
team, and other times opposing each other, they had slowly felt a mutual
attraction to each other and with good reason.  Much like Aimee, Roland had
never been on a date or had a girlfriend, and he was already twenty three,
whereas Aimee had just turned twenty two last month.

   They were both geeks thru and thru and they were actually proud of it.
As time went on and communication opened up they soon found that they had
another thing in common ....................  they were both still virgins.
After many late night chats and skyping and more they finally came upon a
plan where they would lose their virginity to each other.  Roland had gone
all out.  He had rented a Limo and made reservations at an Italian Bistro
near the river front.  Aimee was not sure as to what she had eaten as she
allowed Roland to order for her.  Other than spaghetti and pizza she knew
nothing about Italian food.  Aimee was not a drinker but Roland had ordered
them a bottle of wine.  It was a merlot as she remembered it.  The wine was
a bit sweet but she did enjoy the one glass, although she thought that it
had made her a bit tipsy.  Then with half the bottle left they brought it
home and were going to finish it off once they had done the "deed".

   So now here they were in Aimee's so called apartment.  Aimee was in her
bed, dress pulled up to her belly and her panties hanging by one ankle. 
Roland had unbuttoned his shirt and his pants, and his boxers were down to
his knees and he could not get a hard on.

   "Maybe we should just call it a night and plan on doing this another
time," Aimee told Roland.

   Still on the verge of tears and mega embarrassed, Roland shrugged his
shoulders and agreed.  "Yes you are probably right.  Maybe next time we'll
drink the whole bottle of wine and we'll be much more relaxed."

   "You want me to take you home Roland?"

   The plan was that Roland was going to spend the night.  He had told his
parents that he was sleeping over at a friend's house.  Well that really
was not a lie Roland told himself as Aimee and Roland were friends although
they thought it could grow into something more.  As Roland pulled his
boxers and pants up, Aimee stood up and straightened out her dress that she
had bought special at Factory 2 U for $19.95.  Realizing her position and
suddenly becoming a bit embarrassed, Aimee excused herself and went to the
bathroom to put her panties back on.  Driving back to Roland's parent's
house only a couple of words were spoken as they both knew that overall the
night was a failure.  Driving to the curb Roland went to try and kiss Aimee
on the cheek.  Aimee did not acknowledge the gesture and simply looked
straight ahead.

   "Well Aimee Thanks.  I mean at least now I can say that I finally went
out on a real date."

   "You're right Roland and I can say the same.  Be careful and send me an
email later, ok?"

   Roland opened the door said goodbye and shut the door softly.  Aimee
still was looking straight ahead.  Slowly she let her foot off of the brake
and went down the street.  Aimee could now feel the tears flowing down her
cheeks as she began to sob and ask herself, am I to remain a virgin all of
her life?  What is wrong with me?  she continued to ask herself.  And what
is it with Roland, he can't even get a hard-on.  I know I am not the
prettiest girl in the world but I'm not repulsive either!  Pulling into the
driveway Aimee got out, locked her car and went inside her apartment.  The
bathroom light was still on and it was enough for the tiny apartment. 
Dropping all of her clothes by the side of the bed, Aimee looked at the
bathroom light and decided to leave it on and plopped down on the bed. 
Tomorrow, Aimee said to herself.  Tomorrow someone is going to pop my
cherry if it is the last thing that I do.  Frustrated, disappointed,
annoyed and just plain mad at herself, Aimee soon found herself in a deep
sleep.

   The sun was shining brightly through the window almost like it was a
magnifying glass shining across her face.  Pulling her head back and
squinting a bit, she saw where it was already after eight.  Well it was
Saturday and no school, so why not slumber a bit?  Aimee told herself. 
Slowly rising and getting out of bed Aimee felt a bit fuzzy in the head,
but her stomach was also attempting to growl a bit.  Then some chill was in
the air.  It was now springtime but summer had not yet arrived.  Stark
naked Aimee made her way to the fridge to see what was in there.  Other
than very cold winter nights, Aimee had gotten into the habit of wearing
nothing to bed and last night was no exception.  Then living alone who was
going to see her?  At 5' 7" and only weighing in at 125, she had what many
would now call an androgynous body.  About the only thing that kept her
from possibly passing as a guy was her long red hair.  Actually it was
classified as being ginger in color, and along with her green eyes, she had
inherited much from her Irish mother.  Well except for her non existent
breasts anyhow.  Now an adult they were most likely never going to grow or
blossom, something she always cried herself to sleep about in her early
teen years.  Flat as a board and a 32A, the only reason that Aimee ever
wore a bra was because of her longer than usual nipples.

   Opening the door of the fridge Aimee saw what she basically expected:
almost nothing.  A couple of bottles of some so called mineral water that
she had bought a case of a couple of weeks ago in Wal Mart.  A half empty
mustard bottle.  Then there was the half full bottle of wine from the so
called romantic evening with Roland.  Aimee just shut her eyes and shook
her head; what were they thinking?  she asked herself.  Aimee basically
slammed the door shut she was so flustered.  Aimee never saw a reason to
have much, if any food, in the apartment as she lived alone and really did
not know how to cook.  That's why they make microwaves and carryout and TV
dinners and such she had always said since leaving home to attend school at
eighteen.  Throwing on a pair of faded jeans, a wrinkled top and opting for
no bra, Aimee found her flip flops and grabbed her backpack and laptop.  It
was time to visit her old tried and true friend McDonalds for something to
stuff in her gut while plugging in her laptop to work on some papers for
school.

   Aimee reached into her backpack, searching for her earphones.  Looking
around she saw what looked like about one hundred kids running around
unleashed.  Why couldn't they stay in the play area?  Aimee asked herself.
Looking across the dining area Aimee realized it was full of everything
from rugrats to ten and twelve year old kids.  Well it was Saturday
morning, what did Aimee expect?  The egg McMuffin kind of hit the spot and
Aimee was now on her second refill of Mountain Dew.  Nothing like getting a
good charge early in the morning, Aimee always said.

   On her third refill Aimee looked around and saw that the place was now
almost deserted.  Then glancing at the bottom corner of her laptop Aimee
saw where it was 11:14.  The urge hit her and she knew she needed to visit
the ladies room.  Gathering up all of her stuff and knowing the lunch crowd
would be arriving any minute now, Aimee made a quick detour to relieve
herself and took off back to her apartment.  About half way back her cell
phone went off.  Looking at the caller ID she saw that it was Roland. 
Aimee was not in the mood to talk with him, not right now anyhow.  She put
her phone on mute and stopped at the light.

   Opening the door to her apartment Aimee left her stuff on the small
kitchen table.  She kicked off her flip flops and laid down on her unmade
bed.  Well Aimee rarely made her bed.  Why?  she always told herself.  I
live alone and never have any company...  well except maybe for Roland last
night and he wasn't coming back for a while.  Closing her eyes and becoming
more frustrated Aimee was trying to figure out how she was going to get
over this dilemma of sorts, losing her cherry.

   Aimee went on looking at ways and places to lose it.  Now with Roland
basically out of the picture, Aimee thought well why not some random
stranger?  I mean I just want to lose my cherry is that asking too much? 
Reaching down and spreading her legs Aimee slowly inserted one finger into
her vagina.  Yup there it was, the thin little wall that no one had yet to
take down.  Aimee went to thinking of all the hangouts different people
talked about at school that they ventured to and partied at.  Then no that
was not going to work.  Aimee wanted a stranger, not someone that she would
see a few times a week on the campus.  Then out of nowhere Big Jacks popped
into Aimee's head.  It was off in a kind of shady part of town.  Kind of
like a biker rough style mix bar, she had heard.  Actually Aimee could
count all of the times she had ever gone into a bar on one hand.  Then
Aimee grinned to herself and thought, how "romantic" getting fucked by a
mean ol dirty biker.  Mmmmm, Aimee thought, maybe if it felt good enough
she could let another one have seconds?  Aimee had seen a few porn flicks
and the girls always seemed so eager to give it away.

   Aimee got up and went to the kitchen table and sat down, turning on her
laptop.  Aimee had not checked her emails this morning.  Once the laptop
was up and running Aimee saw the usual junk emails and then there were five
regular ones.  Three were from Roland, another from a company she bought
from online at times, and then one from a high school friend who talked to
her about once every few months.  The emails from Roland were much like she
had expected, full of apology, apology, and yet another apology.  Then on
the last one Roland had suggested that they meet later at McDonalds and
have a shake.  Of course, he would need a ride if that was ok?  Aimee shook
her head and said, "Roland you have never had a job in your life there, is
no future with you!" Doing her best to not be mean yet remain stern, Aimee
replied with a basic thanks but no thanks and shut her laptop down.  Aimee
took a couple of books from her backpack along with a notebook and went to
catch up more on her studying.  She had a thesis to complete as well as a
paper on a theorem to break down and a paper explaining as to how and why
she did it.

   Aimee took the last water out of the fridge and glanced at the clock. 
Well it was almost seven; Aimee had not realized that she had put so many
hours into her study but felt good about it as she was now basically all
caught up with her school work.  Leaning against the fridge door Aimee
closed her eyes and smiled as she thought about losing her cherry later
tonight.  With that Aimee walked to the bathroom turned on the shower and
grabbed an extra towel.  In the shower Aimee soaped herself and washed her
hair and then rinsed it twice.  All of a sudden Aimee was feeling a bit
naughty and yes nasty too.  Something that she had never really experienced
before.  Turning the water off Aimee reached down and slowly inserted her
middle finger into her vagina.  It felt good and Aimee smiled knowing that
soon it would no longer exist, and Aimee would not be the last twenty two
year old virgin on the planet.

   Aimee was clueless as what to wear.  Then it was suppose to be a bit of
a biker bar and rough and raunchy, so how to dress?  Aimee found a pair of
old and worn out jeans torn at the knees.  Yes worn out naturally and not
like those high price jeans everyone buys already worn out.  What's with
that?  Aimee had always thought.  Looking in the shoe department Aimee
pulled out her old pair of hiking boots.  In the summer Aimee enjoyed going
out of town and hiking in the hills and enjoying the quiet and tranquility
she found there.  Then tonight she would be wearing them in hopes of
everything being loud and almost rambunctious.  Looking through her small
chest of drawers Aimee pulled out a black T shirt that she had bought at
the thrift store a while back.  She had no idea as to why she had bought it
but was now glad that she had.  It had the name of some heavy metal band on
it that she really had never heard about.  Then it was black and looked
bad, or so Aimee thought.  Then Aimee went and opened the drawer where the
utensils were kept.  Pulling out the pair of scissors Aimee made about a
six inch slit down the front of the T shirt.  Hey am I gonna look nasty or
what?, Aimee told herself, even though she was clueless as how to really
look nasty.  Then Aimee took a nipple in each hand and using her thumb and
forefinger she squeezed and twisted each nipple until it really hurt. 
Yikes!  she told herself and let go.  Then once Aimee had released her
nipples a flow of pleasure rippled through her body.  Hey I'm gonna have to
remember that one again Aimee told herself.  Then glancing down Aimee could
see where her nipples were a bit longer and now standing at attention. 
Yup, no bra tonight.  I want to look slutty and desirable to some strangers
and get some new fun in my future.  Aimee was not one for makeup she always
thought why use it.  So it took a bit of scrounging to finally come up with
some black mascara as well as some violet like looking eye shadow.  Aimee
tried to put it on a somewhat thick and found it burning her eyes a bit. 
Hey my eyes will get use to it.  Far in the corner of the drawer Aimee
found a few tubes of lipstick.  Actually they had all come in a package and
Aimee had bought them at the Dollar Store.  Aimee took out a bright red one
and another that Aimee was not sure if it was a dark purple or black.  She
opted to try that one.  Once that was done Aimee got up and looked into the
mirror.  She had thought it best to let her hair hang loose naturally. 
Aimee did not recognize who she was looking at.  Geesh what a total piece
of trash Aimee thought.  Then Aimee smiled.  This is what I want is it not?
Her black T shirt showed her nipples poking out.  Her eyes were covered in
makeup and the dark lipstick.  Hell all I need is a for sale sign, Aimee
thought.  Then now she wished that she had a leather belt to fill out her
outfit.  Maybe later on, should things go as well as expected tonight.  She
grabbed her ID and a twenty and stuck them in her back pocket.  She slipped
the lipstick in the left front one and took a final glance into the mirror.


   The bar was a bit of a ways off the main drag.  Aimee found a parking
spot under a night light which she thought would be safest.  Yea her car
was an old 98 Toyota but that was all she had and she needed to take care
of it.  The clock on the radio told her that it was now 9:07.  Well things
should be starting to pick up.  She got out and locked her door and walked
a couple of hundred feet and went into the bar.  Once inside she felt
someone poke her.  She could hear what sounded like a live band and gawd
could they possibly get any louder?  The place was packed and thick smoke
hung everywhere.  Her stomach was already becoming a bit nauseous.  After a
couple of drinks everything will be ok, Aimee told herself.

   felt someone poking her side again.  "Hey I'm not going to ask you
again. You got an ID or not?  If not get back out the door!" He was a
pretty burly guy loaded with tattoos and long greasy hair.  Aimee reached
into her back pocket and felt the ID and pulled it out and gave it to him.
He looked at the ID and then at Aimee, and then at the ID again and gave a
long stare at Aimee.  "Hell, not sure who sold you this ID but it's a good
one so I'm safe.  Be careful, an underage girl like you don't need to be in
this bar."

   Grabbing her ID back she looked at the bouncer and said, "Hey that's my
real ID and I am twenty two and I can go and come as I please."

   Putting his hands in the air in a gesture surrender he responded, "OK
don't eat me but please be careful." With that Aimee faced the smoke and
the noise and the crowd.  Omg, Aimee thought.  What have I gotten myself
into?

   It was wall to wall people to people.  There was a crowded dance floor
in the middle of the barroom.  Then it was packed and a lot of people were
just dancing everywhere.  Across the room she could even see some drunk
older lady dancing on one of the tables.  As she edged her way along
towards the counter to order a drink some drunk walked up and asked her to
dance.

   "No thanks", Aimee replied.  He smiled and turned away a bottle of beer
in his hand.  Aimee thought to herself, when was the last time that guy had
a bath?  Once at the bar the bartender approached Aimee.

   "What you having doll?"

   Oh heck Aimee thought.  What do I tell him?  Then her mind went back to
a friend who had a favorite.  "How about a Manhattan Long Island Ice Tea?"

   The bartender laughed and asked her, "You serious?"

   Aimee nodded yes, she had no clue what else to say or what to order.  A
couple of minutes later the bartender returned with a tall glass and put it
in front of her.  "I've been working here six years and no one has ever
ordered one of those.  So it's on the house.  Enjoy it and be careful." The
bartender turned and went to wait on another customer.

   Aimee kept feeling herself being pushed, bumped into, people falling
over each other.  Most were drunk some were not.  Doesn't this place have a
fire code?  Aimee wondered.  This must be way over the limit!  The drink
didn't taste bad actually, a bit like tea as the alcohol was barely
noticeable.  Then she did remember her friend's words of advice, `You gotta
watch out for them suckers, they will sneak up on you.'

   Aimee wanted to find a place to sit.  Most of the people were standing
and the few tables were heavily occupied.  She made her way to the other
end of the bar and tried to watch the people dancing.  Aimee had never
danced before, but she saw little talent in what those people out there
were doing.  Then the noise that the band was making was deafening.  Again
Aimee felt someone poking on her side.  She turned to face some big old
ugly woman.  She was dressed strictly in leather.  Well almost, she had a
good assortment of chains on as well.  Then a dog chain was also wrapped
around her neck.  Her black leather vest was only secured by two buttons.
She had some of the most massive tits that Aimee had ever seen.  Aimee
thought she could produce enough milk to satisfy a football team.

   "You interested in a little fun cutie?  I'm packing if you're wanting
some stretching?" Aimee was clueless as to what the Lady was referring to.
Speechless she just shook her head no.  "Well you change your mind stall
three in the girlie room is mine.  Then you might need a Dyke to watch over
you and keep you out of trouble.  You change your mind look me up, my table
is over there." Aimee looked at a far corner where two other Ladies were,
only they were both kneeling with their heads bowed down.  Aimee took
another drink and she could now start to feel the effects of the alcohol.
She wasn't sure if it was good or bad but the effect was there and her
stomach was no longer upset.  So this is the trade off?  Aimee asked
herself.

   A few minutes later the band went on break and things quieted down
considerably.  Aimee felt like a loner in a freak show, but she was
determined to lose her cherry tonight, and what a bigger pair of freaks she
could not imagine.

   "Hey sweetie you ready for a refill?"

   Aimee looked and a bigger and stouter guy, most likely in his late
thirties, was talking to her.  Same old biker look but with deep piercing
blue eyes.  She took the last drink from her glass and handed it to him.

   "Sure, I guess, ok." Aimee had no idea what to tell him.  He took the
glass and walked back towards the bar.  Looking around she saw all kinds of
people.  Looking to the one corner she saw the Dyke lady and one of the
girls leaning against her.  She waved to Aimee.  Aimee, unsure, returned
the wave.  What was going on here; maybe it was about time to exit the
place?  Aimee felt a cold glass up against her forearm and looked into the
biker's eyes.  He really wasn't all that good looking but she found his
eyes intoxicating.  She took the drink and mouthed "Thank You" to him.  The
band had kicked up again and the noise was as loud as ever.

   "Hey everyone here calls me Bullet because my eyes are so piercing. 
What's your name?"

   "Aimee."

   He just nodded his head and smiled.  Aimee took another drink, and this
one seemed a bit stronger.  Then Aimee really did not know the difference.
People walked by, pushing, and at times, almost shoving.  Then none of them
came to close to her and Bullet.  It was like they had kind of a respect
for him and stayed out of his way.  About the time Aimee was finishing her
second drink, the barroom seemed to have started turning and spinning.  She
leaned over and put her arm against Bullet.

   "I'm not feeling well I think I need to go outside and get some fresh
air." Bullet took her glass as she leaned against him.  On the way out he
left the glass and his beer on the bar counter.  Once outside Aimee tried
to look around but was so dizzy she could not focus on anything.  "I think
my car is over there under that light."

   "No need to walk so far come here in the alley and you will feel
better." They walked a few feet and Bullet leaned against the building and
pulled Aimee in a bit closer.  Aimee felt like she was going to puke and
pulled herself back and went to her knees.  Feeling horrible Aimee tried to
puke but seemed to only have the dry heaves.  Then she remembered that she
had only eaten the one egg McMuffin that morning.  The "iced tea" seemed to
want to come up but never made it all of the way.  Next thing she knew, she
felt two hands on her head and it being pulled up.

   "Well since you're on your knees you had best be useful and suck my
cock," Bullet told her.

   "What what are you talking about?"

   "Don't give me that innocent shit bitch!  Undo my zipper and suck my
cock like the little tramp that you are!"

   Aimee's mind went back to how she was supposed to lose her cherry
tonight, but she had not thought of it being anything like that.  "I don't
know how to do that.  I'm still a virgin you know."

   Bullet put his head back and laughed, "Yes maybe in your left ear.  Tell
that to some other fool.  Now suck my cock before you piss me off and I
have to get rough with you."

   "I told you I don't know how and I don't want to anyways." She felt the
smack as Bullet backhanded her.  "You lying cunt do as I say or there will
be a good beating for you.  Then you do a good job and we can do a line
together after.  Now unzip my pants, you piece of trash." Aimee could taste
a bit of blood in her mouth and the one ear was still ringing a bit.

   "Hey Bullet what the fuck you think you doing!  Leave that girl alone,
she ain't your type."

   "Fuck off Hoss, she`s my type if I say she is so why don't you go back
to tending your job?"

   "I am tending my job asshole!  So now you go back inside and calm down.
If not I will have you barred for six months from Big Jack's."

   "Ok you won this time but I'll find this cunt later and take what should
have been mine."

   Bullet let Aimee's hair go and she collapsed to the ground.  She felt an
arm around her and a bit of warmth.  "Come on baby you need to get up, you
can't sleep here in the alley." With a pull and a bit of help from Aimee
she was soon on her feet.  Her bearings were much better but Aimee did not
feel good at all.

   "Did you drive over here on your own?"

   Aimee nodded and then replied, "Yes my car is over there." She pointed
with her nose.

   "Come on let's get you over there where you will be safe." Slowly the
bouncer held her and turned her and to the parked car they went.  Once
there he held her against her car and took a step back.  "Do you think you
can drive or do you want me to call a cab for you?"

   Aimee looked around; her focus was back but she still felt horrible.  "I
think I am alright.  That guy seems to have knocked me sober.  I can drive
home I am pretty sure of that."

   "Well you're on your own.  I need to get back inside and to work.  You
look like a good Girl.  Next time you want to go out find a decent place to
visit.  This dive is no place for a good Girl like you." With that he
turned and walked away.  Aimee fumbled for her keys and opened the door got
in and locked it again.  She sat for a couple of minutes trying to get her
head together.  Then main thing she thought was, will I ever lose my
cherry? Trying to give it away on two consecutive nights and it's still
there.  Aimee started her car, put it in gear, turned the lights on and
headed back to her apartment.

   The next morning Aimee woke up and quickly found a pillow to cover her
eyes.  Her head was pounding.  She was quite sure that she was now in her
apartment, although she had no clue as to how she had gotten back.  She
could feel that she still had her hiking boots on and had not undressed. 
Her mouth tasted horrible and she had to brush her teeth.  Trying to get up
she still felt a bit woozy.  She was not drunk but her balance was off. 
Finding the nearest wall she leaned against it until she found the bathroom
sink.  Brushing her teeth it was a combination of wanting to vomit and her
breath feeling better.  Oh please God I feel so horrible, she told herself.
Make me feel better and I will never drink again I promise.

   A half hour later, Aimee had cleaned the smeared makeup off her face,
changed clothes, and was headed out the door to visit McDonald's.  Nothing
a cup or two of cappuccino can't cure, or maybe a couple of tall cups of
Mountain Dew.  It didn't really matter, somehow she needed to feel better,
much better.  Aimee found that her car was unlocked actually, and the keys
were still in the ignition.  Had she really gotten that drunk to leave the
car unattended like that?  As she was opening the door she heard a pleasant
shout going her way.

   "Aimee!  Such a beautiful morning it is today.  I just finished trimming
the hedge.  Come in and join me for breakfast."

   Aimee wanted to yell back and say, `I feel like shit, I want to puke,
and I need something in my stomach.' But she opted not to.  A bit confused
and not sure what to do, Aimee reached for the ignition and took her keys
out.

   "That sounds like a plan Mr.  Parson!  I was just headed out to do the
same." Aimee closed the door and walked his way.  Mr.  Parson had the
clippers in one hand and with the other pulled her tight.  The hug felt
good.

   "You look like you might be a bit under the weather?" Aimee's only
response was a nod yes as he opened the side door.  "Come, come sit!  Let
me fix us something to drink, do you want coffee or hot tea?"

   "Hot tea sounds good."

   "It will be right up.  In the mean time let me fix you a glass of juice.
Sit sit!  You don't look too good." Aimee took a chair and immediately felt
better.  Mr.  Parson sat across from her and said, "A rough night I gather.
I heard your car pull in close to midnight.  I was not being nosy, but I am
a light sleeper.  Plus you seem to have accidentally honked your horn
getting out of your car."

   "Yes I acted really dumb last night Mr.  Parson.  Live and learn like
they say.  I promise I will never drink again."

   "Well never say never, as that is a promise seldom kept.  Simply learn
your lesson and do not overindulge.  A drink every now and then is
acceptable.  Being a lush is a bit different." The word "lush" really
struck Aimee hard.  She knew that she was not a lush but thinking over last
night what was she thinking?  The whistle from the kettle went off and Mr.
Parson spoke.  "Some Jasmine tea be OK this morning?"

   "Never had that one before, I think I'll try it." Then in her mind Aimee
thought, never had a Manhattan Long Island Iced Tea before and no need to
try that again.

   "I'm planning on a late breakfast.  Tell me you'll stay a bit longer,"
Mr.  Parson said as he placed a cup and saucer in front of Aimee.  Aimee
could see the stream coming out and knew it needed to cool a bit.

   She took another sip of her orange juice and replied, "I don't want to
be a pest but yes I'll stay, Thank You." Actually Aimee knew she had to get
something solid in her stomach if this hangover was ever going to go away.

   "You want scrambled eggs or regular fried Aimee?"

   "It doesn't matter, however you fix yours is ok with me." Aimee tried to
take a sip of her hot tea but it almost burned her tongue.  Then she felt
her stomach acting up and like something was about to come from her throat.
"Mr.  Parson may I please use your bathroom?"

   "Sure Aimee." Pointing behind her he instructed, "Go to the front room
and the first door on your right in the hallway is where you'll find it."

   "Thank You." Aimee replied as she got up.  The short trip to the
bathroom seemed like it would never end.  As soon as she had shut the door
behind her she found herself on her knees and heaving.  This time it was
all liquid and it was such a relief to get rid of all of that poison in her
body.  Aimee reached for the toilet paper and blew her nose and then wiped
her eyes and blew her nose again.  The sight in the toilet almost made her
puke again.  Quickly she flushed and stood up.  Aimee still felt a bit
whoozy and put the lid down and sat on the toilet.  Looking at the magazine
rack by the wall Aimee saw four or five magazines.  Then they did not
appear to be "regular" ones either.

   Leaning over she picked up the first one closest to her.  `Barely
Legal', the cover said.  On the cover was a girl dressed like a school girl
only in not so nice a way.  Opening the magazine Aimee turned page after
page and looked at all kinds of young looking ladies in many not so nice
poses.  Fact was they were baring it all and funny enough, Aimee did not
find the pictures a turn off; in fact some of them were kind of a turn on.
A couple of times Aimee had ventured to a porn site or two on the internet.
Yes, curiosity has a way of doing such things.  Then Aimee always shut the
sites down quickly as she was scared of her computer getting a virus or
something.  Then Aimee found herself reaching for another magazine and then
another.  Suddenly Aimee realized that most likely Mr.  Parson had
breakfast finished, so Aimee put the magazines back and returned to the
kitchen.

   "Ah Aimee, good timing.  I am just taking the bacon off and getting
ready to start the eggs.  So how do you want yours cooked and one or two?
Of course, if you are hungry enough then three is no problem," Mr.  Parson
said with a laugh.  Aimee's stomach was now starting to grumble and she
could see her hands shaking a bit.  "Two over medium will be fine Mr. 
Parson."

   "Up in a minute, mind putting the toast on?  The loaf of bread is over
the refrigerator.  I want mine dry, if you want butter or jelly help
yourself.  You're looking a lot better, are you feeling better as well?"

   "Yes I'm feeling quite a bit better, and once I get something in my
stomach, things will be ok for me, or at least I hope so."

   Another cup of hot tea steaming before her and a plate in front of her,
and Aimee was off with her breakfast as she and Mr.  Parson made small
talk. Then each time Aimee looked in the direction of Mr.  Parson, an image
from one of those magazines would pop into Aimee's head.  Aimee just could
not understand what Mr.  Parson would see in all those young sluts.  Mr. 
Parson seemed like such a nice old man.  Once breakfast was over Aimee
cleaned off the table as Mr.  Parson washed the dishes.  A bit more idle
chat and another cup of tea and Aimee was feeling like a whole new person.
Aimee made the excuse of having school work and thanked Mr.  Parson, and
went to the apartment that she rented from him.  Aimee found herself a bit
aroused as well as quite curious as to the magazines and Mr.  Parson.  She
found herself stripping and turning on her laptop.  Curiosity was now
eating her up and she was hungry but this time for some information as to
what Mr.  Parson might find so intriguing as to young Girls.

   Meanwhile Mr.  Parson went to the bottom bathroom to relieve himself and
walked into quite a shock.  He had totally forgotten as to having the
magazines out.  He never had a visitor so there was no reason to hide them,
or so he had thought.  Although not OCD, but definitely a neat freak, Mr.
Parson could see where Aimee had gone through the magazines.  One was
facing backwards and they were now out of order.  What would Aimee think of
him?  Would she get upset and move out?  Most likely not, as she was
cordial over breakfast.  Then is Aimee at all into what he was?  So many
questions were running through Mr.  Parson's mind, and he knew that he must
take some action and quickly.  It was a bit early but Mr.  Parson opted to
sit and sip a cold beer and get a game plan together as to approaching
Aimee.

   Aimee was trying to navigate and Google a few things involving the
magazines in Mr.  Parson's bathroom.  It took a bit but soon Aimee had the
rhythm as to finding what she was searching for.  On most of the sites that
Aimee was visiting, there were also a lot of ads.  Aimee scanned through
them.  Most were suggesting some type of Daddy/daughter relationship.  For
a second Aimee thought that she was going to vomit again.  She had never
understood as to why someone would be interested in incest, and of course
that was against the law and most morals and even the laws of God.  Then as
Aimee read more, the picture was slowly starting to change a bit and it was
not at all what Aimee had first thought.

   The beer finished, Mr.  Parson had made up his mind.  He got up and took
some stationary down and began writing.  Folding the paper and getting an
envelope, Mr.  Parson sealed it and went out the door.  Initially he had
planned on knocking and hand delivering the letter to Aimee, but as he
approached the door he chickened out.  So instead he stooped down and
pushed the letter under the door.  Surely when Aimee goes back outside she
would see it, was Mr.  Parson's self-justification.

   Aimee had shut her laptop off and had taken a nap.  Looking around it
was now almost five.  Aimee was thirsty and knew that she had no more
bottled water.  There was the old orange juice that had been in the fridge
for months, and she definitely did not want to taste the wine or any
alcohol, for that matter.  She got up and straightened herself up and put
her flip flops back on.  Walking towards the door Aimee saw the envelope.
She picked it up.  There was nothing written on it so she was a bit
confused.  Ok, Aimee thought.  Now what bright idea or plan does Roland
have?  She tossed the envelope on the kitchen table and went out to pick up
some water and maybe something to eat.

   Mr.  Parson was standing back but looking out the kitchen window to the
apartment that Aimee was renting from him.  He watched as Aimee got into
her car and drove off.  This was killing Mr.  Parson.  Had Aimee read the
letter?  Was she now going to the police?  Of course, everything was legal,
but he knew how some people can be.  Well hopefully his plans would fall
together, and he needed to go to town to pick up a couple of items.

   Aimee only drove a couple of blocks, pulled into the Dollar Store and
bought a twelve pack of water.  She was in no mood to go to Wal Mart and
fight those crowds.  Then Subway was packed and she did not want to wait in
line either.  Almost finished with her first bottle of water, Aimee pulled
into the drive and parked her car.  She also noticed that Mr.  Parson's BMW
was gone.  Putting the water in her fridge, Aimee spotted the letter again
and decided to read it.  Why delay?  Let's see what bright idea Roland has
now.  Using a butter knife, Aimee opened the letter and pulled out the
folded piece of paper.  Unfolding it, right away she knew it was not
Roland's handwriting:

   `Aimee,

   I think that we need to talk.  I believe that you went through some of
my magazines in the bathroom, not a problem, but I do believe some
explaining is in order.  I would be very pleased if you would agree to meet
me for dinner at my house tonight at seven.  If not it is perfectly
understandable.

   Bill'

   Aimee knew that Mr.  Parson's name was Bill, although she never
addressed him as such.  She let the letter lay, and took her new water with
her to the bed and turned her laptop back on.  All kinds of scary images
and scenarios and more were playing through Aimee's head.  What if he had a
basement and took her down there and tied her up and raped her?  Then Aimee
did have to laugh as the thought of finally losing her cheery went into her
head.  But no, not that way, she thought.

   Then for the next hour, Aimee browsed some more, and continued to gain a
better understanding as to this older/younger, or what she was identifying,
Daddy/daughter role play.  She had zero idea that any of that existed, but
then there seemed to be a big underground type of community really into all
of that, and it appeared that most all were harmless and everything was
consensual.  Looking at the clock it was now almost 6:30, and she had made
up her mind to visit Mr.  Parson.  After all she did need to eat, she tried
to justify to herself.  So she went off and to took a quick shower and
cleaned up to look a bit presentable.  In the shower images were sweeping
through Aimee's mind.  Those were mostly professional nude models in those
magazines.  Then are there other young girls like me that might like older
men?  Sure there were the lying sugar daddy types that you read about every
once in a while, conning some old geyser.  Then Mr.  Parson was actually
pretty nice and in shape and not bad looking at all.  Looking in the
mirror, Aimee had tied her hair back.  She had thought of maybe braiding it
or tying it in two ponytails like some of the Girls in the magazine, but
she did not want to give Mr.  Parson too many not so nice ideas.  After all
this was just a meal shared and some discussion, Aimee told herself as she
exited the door at 6:58.

   Knocking on the kitchen door, the wait was short as Mr.  Parson was
fixing their supper.  "Oh Aimee I am so glad to see you!  Now I know this
food will not go to waste.  My aren't you looking pretty this evening. 
Come, come inside before I burn something.  Have a chair and relax, and
plan on enjoying yourself this evening." Aimee did as she was told but in
the back of her mind she wondered.  Was Mr.  Parson trying to lure and bait
me for later?

   "Did you get your work caught up for school Aimee?  I have met a lot of
math teachers in my life, but never a mathematician, if that makes any
sense." Then the conversation rolled on and in about half an hour supper
was served.  Setting the plates down Mr.  Parson went on as he uncorked a
bottle of wine that had been chilling in ice.  Wow!  Wine served twice in
one week, was she special or what?  Then again, the idea of Mr.  Parson
luring her for something wrong emerged again.

   "A good friend of mine in the Napa Valley has a small vineyard.  He
sends me a case of this "Rose" every year and this year's was exceptional.
Let me pour you a glass and see what you think."

   "I don't think so Mr.  Parson, I have had my fill of liquor this
weekend."

   "Don't be silly, a glass of this chilled wine along with your meal and
there will be no effect." He poured two glasses and set one in front of
Aimee and the second one for him.  Salad was served and Mr.  Parson said,
"Let's eat before everything gets cold."

   Looking at her plate she now felt like royalty.  She could get used to
living like this.  A small filet mignon, some broiled shrimp in garlic and
butter sauce, sautéed mushrooms...  this was the good life but then Aimee
was still cautious.  The food was outstanding, one of the better meals that
Aimee had ever eaten.  Then the wine was so smooth and went down so
wonderfully.  Although she knew nothing of wines, she did know that this
one was far superior to what she was used to.  As the meal was eaten more
idle talk went on, but so far nothing as to the magazines.  Then Aimee
could see that Mr.  Parson was acting a bit nervous as well.

   "Well Aimee everything is cleaned up and put up, let's go to the front
room and sit over a shot of Brandy." Was Mr.  Parson trying to get Aimee
drunk and seduce her or maybe drug her like she was always reading about?
Maybe with those "date rape" pills, as they called them?  She knew which
was Mr.  Parson's chair, so she sat on the opposite one.  He went to the
cabinet and took out a bottle and poured and handed Aimee her shot.  "Just
drink it a slow, a sip at a time.  Aimee this is really good to settle
one's stomach after the nice feast that we both enjoyed."

   Aimee took a small sip and looked at Mr.  Parson as he took his seat and
shot back his shot.  Placing it on the side table he began to talk.  "So
Aimee, tell me did you enjoy your meal?"

   Aimee smiled and nodded her head as she replied, "Oh yes Mr.  Parson I
do not think that I have ever eaten such a fancy meal and the wine was so
nice and smooth.  Then I am not a drinker and the last three days I feel
that I may be becoming an alcoholic of sorts."

   Smacking his mouth as if desiring another shot of brandy, Mr.  Parson
smiled and went on.  "Well Aimee, the trick is that you control the
alcohol, never allow the alcohol to control you.  Then I am quite sure that
you have had many excellent meals in your day."

   "No Mr.  Parson, I can't say that I have.  My dad use to joke that my
mother could not even burn boiling water.  Both of my parents were major
geeks.  My dad was always off on some new tangent and trying something or
wanting to discover this or that.  As far as my mother she was much like my
dad and always reading and learning new things.  So they were always busy
and I would say about ninety percent of our meals, although never planned,
consisted of some type of fast food or microwave or TV dinner.  Our kitchen
table was a work bench and lab, so most all meals were taken standing up
and one fixed what they chose when hungry.  We never had a set time to eat
like most other families did."

   "Well I am almost sad to hear that Aimee.  As I have told you, I lost my
wife almost four years ago.  By no means were we gourmet cooks.  Then we
were constantly finding ourselves trying some new venue for food, Italian,
Mexican, Chinese and many more.  After my wife passed away I tried dating a
few times, but most of the ladies were not into any of the things that I
was...  which included eating an excellent meal at home.  Heck I even
brought out the candelabras to make for a romantic meal and to no avail. 
We had some couples that we shared with.  Then now being without a partner
I kind of turned into the third leg and a clumsy one at that.  So I will
have to add that you are my first dinner guest in over a year, and an
excellent and attractive guest you proved to be.  So I do want to say Thank
You so very much for accepting my last minute invite."

   Aimee took another light and slow sip of her brandy.  "Well trust me Mr.
Parson it was my pleasure as well.  I really never got to eat such
delicious foods.  I guess my splurging on food consisted of a warmed up
cheap pizza supreme."

   Mr.  Parson got up and walked to the cabinet and poured himself another
shot of brandy.  Downing it as quickly as the previous one he leaned back
and tried to relax a bit.  "Well so much for that talk, but Aimee I seem to
be finding myself in a bit of a precarious situation with you."

   Aimee looked directly at Mr.  Parson with a bit of a puzzled look on her
face.  "I am sorry Mr.  Parson, but I am not following you at all."

   Mr.  Parson let out a slight sigh of relief.  Maybe it's not going to be
as bad as he had first thought?  Clearing his throat again Mr.  Parson went
on.  "Well Aimee when you agreed to have breakfast with me
....................  Well you asked to be excused and went to the
bathroom..." Aimee nodded slightly, as she had a good idea where this
conversation was going, and she could feel herself blushing as well.  "So,
after you left I went to the same bathroom and I could see that a couple of
things were a bit out of order.  I might add that it appeared that someone
had been thumbing through some magazines that I had foolishly left out."

   Aimee was at a complete loss as what to say.  She was wishing that the
conversation would go in another direction.  Then she could also see a bit
of sweat on Mr.  Parson's brow and knew that he was just as nervous about
this as she was.

   "So I will add that it was totally ignorant of me leaving that type of
magazine out.  But then I almost never get any company so I really messed
up there.  Then I can only imagine what a sick old pervert that you think I
am now.  To be honest I thought that you may actually report me to the
police, even though there would have been nothing they could have done as I
had broken no law.  So now I beg your forgiveness and I apologize for
throwing such up front to you.  I never meant for you to see the magazines
and please do not be harsh when you judge me."

   Aimee looked straight ahead, trying to put her thoughts into words.  Mr.
Parson was wiping his sweaty hands along the side of his trousers.  "I will
say that I was shocked when I saw those magazines Mr.  Parson.  Then the
thought of possibly contacting the police never entered my mind, although
the magazines did throw me for a real loop.  Basically I have led a rather
sheltered life in that I have never really gotten into sex and such." Aimee
knew that she was lying but told herself that it was a white lie.  "I think
that I looked at three different magazines, and yes I was a bit shocked
both by the content as well as the pictures.  My mind kept telling me that
most of them looked so young and so innocent yet they were not, so that
confused me even more." Now Mr.  Parson felt much more relaxed and glad
that Aimee may not be disturbed by him, although she most likely had some
not so pleasant thoughts as to his liking.  Aimee continued speaking.

   "Although I was shocked at the pictures and some of the articles...  it
also raised my curiosity in a strange way.  Actually I felt a bit aroused
looking at some of the Girls in the pictures.  I kept telling myself that
what they were doing was both dirty and disgusting, but then at the same
time I was still aroused.  When I did get back to the apartment I was
confused plus.  I went online and tried to remember some of what I read and
some phrases and of course I did remember the first magazine I looked at, I
believe it was Barely Legal?  Anyhow I searched and read for a couple of
hours and although still confused I had a better understanding as to what
some of it might imply.  Initially I was shocked and appalled by what I was
reading.  All I could think of was incest and dirty old men doing forceful
things to young Girls.  Then now I am still confused but not nearly as
judgmental as I was initially."

   "Do you mind if I have another shot of brandy Aimee?"

   "Remember what you said Mr.  Parson?  You control the alcohol, don't let
the alcohol control you." Aimee laughed.

   Mr.  Parson wanted to share that this was a time to celebrate, but of
course he did not as he did not wish to compromise his position with Aimee.
"So, Aimee, you now have a bit of understanding as to why an old geezer
like me enjoys looking at younger Girls?"

   "Not really, but I am not as naïve about it all like I was when I first
started looking through the magazines.  I am still very confused about some
of the stuff I read like Daddy and daughter role play.  I almost puked at
that thought.  I mean I could not ever imagine doing such a thing with my
dad.  And the way that they dressed up like school Girls and so forth...  I
am still a bit unsure there as well."

   Mr.  Parson thought a bit as he stared up at the ceiling.  "Ok Aimee,
without getting to personal, let me kind of put it like this.  So like in
role play I am quite sure that you have experimented a bit on that with
some of your past partners.  You know, maybe wearing some thigh high
stockings or high heels, a short skirt and looking like a hooker?  You know
it was all in play and such but I imagine that it was fun as well."

   Now Aimee wanted to look at the ceiling and find an easy answer. 
Looking in the opposite direction Aimee felt as if she was going to cry. 
Then it was no use and Aimee did not wish to lie to Mr.  Parson or deceive
him in any way.  Almost without further thought Aimee blurted out, "No Mr.
Parson, I do not know what you are talking about.  You see I have never had
a boyfriend.  I have never been on a date and to tell you the truth, I do
not think that I have ever worn a dress or thigh highs or any damn high
heels.  Mr.  Parson I am twenty two years old and still a virgin and hating
it!"

   Mr.  Parson was at a loss for words and was unsure as how to respond or
if he should.  Then he found out that, for now, no response would be
necessary.  Aimee jumped up and bolted into the kitchen and out the side
door.  Mr.  Parson was stunned.  Had he gone too far?  Had he assumed too
much?  Had he finally pushed a bit too much and now Aimee was over the edge
a bit?  Mr.  Parson walked into the kitchen and looked out the screen door.
A light was on in Aimee's apartment.  Should he go over and apologize or
was that too much?  Mr.  Parson shook his head in confusion and put his
shot glass down.  Reaching to close the door Mr.  Parson opted to leave it
open.  Maybe, just maybe, Aimee might return tonight and the door would be
open should she desire to visit.

   Aimee had her face in the pillow; she felt like such a dork!  It was
simply that at twenty two, she was still a virgin and so ashamed of it as
well.  She had tried to give it away twice in the weekend and no one wanted
her cherry.  She thought of Mr.  Parson and her stomach started to rumble
right away.  Get a grip!  Aimee told herself.  Mr.  Parson?  Heck he was
almost old enough to be her granddad.  Where were these thoughts coming
from and why was she having them?

   Mr.  Parson had gone back to sit in his recliner and had dozed off. 
Getting up he could see that it was now after one in the morning.  Walking
to the kitchen door he saw that all of the lights were off at Aimee's
apartment.  Her car was still parked there which he considered a good sign.
He slowly closed the door and went to walk up the stairs and into his
bedroom.  He felt a bit exhausted but his mind was still racing one hundred
miles an hour.

   Aimee could hear the birds chirping outside.  Opening her eyes she saw
where it was still dark.  Talk about the early bird gets the worm, Aimee
told herself.  She got up and took her clothes off and returned to bed. 
Aimee felt bad as she thought how she had been rude in running out on Mr.
Parson.  How would she be able to face him?  She then thought, well he is
just a lonely old widower who means no harm to anyone.  Soon Aimee was back
in a deep sleep only to be awakened by the alarm on her cell phone.  Well
rise and shine, Aimee told herself.  A busy day at school so now to shower
and off I will go.  Then Aimee caught herself peeking through the window
and wondering if Mr.  Parson was now fixing himself some breakfast.

   Mr.  Parson, normally an early riser, had found himself staring out the
bedroom window, hoping to catch a slight glimpse of Aimee as she headed off
to school.  He was not at all sure as to Aimee's school schedule, as
sometimes she left by seven and other times not until almost nine.  Then he
finally saw her walking out the door and heading for her car.  He found the
urge to lift his window and yell `good morning' to Aimee.  Then the
simplicity was, that would have been tacky in his mind.  So he watched the
car go in reverse and Aimee drove off.  A cup or two of hot tea and a
muffin was what he needed, he told himself as he descended the stairs.

   Aimee found it a blessing that she was all caught up on her school work.
Today was a day with zero focus and absolutely no concentration.  Looking
at the different professors all she could think about was if they were they
into the stuff that Mr.  Parson was into.  Then how about these other Girls
around her, did they do any role play when they were with their boyfriends?
Then did they ever go as far as doing that Daddy/daughter stuff like she
read about?

   Roland texted, wanting to meet for lunch, if she could pick him up, of
course.  A simple `busy, busy, busy,' was her reply and all that he
deserved.  Leaving her last class of the day, Aimee was not sure if she
wanted to return to her apartment or not.  What would she say when she saw
Mr.  Parson?  Did she need to apologize or just let it all drop like
nothing had happened?  Unlocking her car and sliding the key in the
ignition switch, Aimee started her car and backed out of the parking space.


   Mr.  Parson had found himself fumbling around, doing nothing all day. 
He was still totally unsure as to Aimee and how she might be taking things.
Then truth be known, he was not sure as to how he was taking things.  It
was still spring but things were warming up nicely.  Mr.  Parson thought
that a pitcher of good old fresh lemonade would hit the spot.  Along with a
shot of something else, he told himself.  So he went to the garage and got
into his BMW to visit the grocery store and buy a few things.

   Backing up and not really paying attention he heard the sliding of tires
and the horn honking behind him.  Aimee was driving into the yard as Mr. 
Parson was getting out.  He could barely see the nose of Aimee's car and
knew that it was a close call.  A bit shook up, Mr.  Parson put his car in
park and got out to see how Aimee was.  Very flustered to say the least. 
Aimee put her car in park and got out as well.  Almost like a well
practiced choir they were both telling each other "sorry!  Sorry!  Sorry."
Quickly they both seemed to relax and were now smiling and looking at each
other.

   Not sure what to say Mr.  Parson addressed Aimee.  "I was just on my way
to pick up a few groceries, care to join me?  Of course that is if you
don't have any other plans or school work?"

   "No, no that's fine.  I do need to buy me some more drinking water, and
maybe a sandwich from the deli should they have one.  Let me park my car."
Mr.  Parson laughed and said, "Well let me move my car forward so you can
get to your parking spot."

   Very quickly Aimee was sitting in Mr.  Parson's BMW and loving the smell
and feel of the leather seats.  They were both quiet, and then again they
both tried to talk at the same time.  "Excuse me, Aimee.  You go ahead
first," Mr.  Parson said.

   "Well Mr.  Parson I believe that I owe you an apology for bolting out of
your house last night, but I was so confused as well as ashamed of myself."

   "Nonsense!  It is I who should be apologizing to you.  I had no need to
ask the questions that I did, and I never should have left those magazines
for you to see.  Now we have both apologized, so let's change the subject.
What do you want to talk about Aimee?"

   Staring through the windshield and watching the traffic pass by Aimee
finally spoke.  "Mr.  Parson, can I ask a favor of you if it isn't too
personal?"

   Mr.  Parson found himself a bit at odds as he thought.  "Well of course
you can, Aimee feel free to ask me most anything."

   Aimee could feel herself blushing as she tried to put words together in
what she was going to ask.  "Mr.  Parson I have been thinking a bit.  Well
actually a lot.  In fact my mind all day can only seem to be thinking of
one thing, and it is really embarrassing me."

   Aimee stopped and Mr.  Parson waited for what seemed like forever.  "Go
ahead, Aimee ask as you wish I promise not to bite you."

   Aimee laughed a bit and then cleared her dry and parched throat.  "Well
Mr.  Parson I have been thinking a bit as to this Daddy/daughter stuff and
I want to learn more about it.  So I was thinking that maybe you could show
me some stuff or guide me or whatever it is that you guys do.  I really
don't know what to say other than I am intrigued yet so darned scared of
the whole thing."

   Pulling into the parking lot, Mr.  Parson found a parking spot and
pressed the brake put the car in park and turned off the ignition.  This
was not anything at all like he might have envisioned.  In fact it was not
even a fantasy that he might have had.  He was a good forty years plus
older than this Girl.  And she was a virgin and totally inexperienced at
that.  He placed his hands on the steering wheel and thought for a minute.

   "Aimee, I am not sure if I should be flattered by your request or use my
common sense and turn and run?  Then just when would you like to begin
these exercises in learning more about this Daddy/daughter role play ,and
all of the possible scenarios that can and might transpire?"

   Aimee was still a bit dumbfounded in having actually asked Mr.  Parson
what she had.  She was trying to figure out a reply, but one would not come
forward.  Then suddenly the thought hit her.  "Mr.  Parson it's like they
say: no better time than the present.  So if you are ok with it, then so am
I."
Taking his hands off of the steering wheel and reaching to open the
door, Mr.  Parson looked at Aimee and told her, "Well let's go into the

grocery store and you will begin with lesson number one."

   Mr.  Parson got out and Aimee was waiting for him at the back of his
car. "One thing that you will need to learn and remember as well is that
there is no true way in all of this.  As you go forward you will learn that
there are many dynamics and things that attract people to this lifestyle of
Daddy/daughter.  I for one am what some call Old Guard or Old School.  Many
of the younger ones think that it is passé and no longer relevant to the
lifestyle that we enjoy.  Well, we are all entitled to our opinions and
respect is the most important thing in mine.

   So ok, when we park the vehicle I get out first, you will wait until I
exit the car and then you get out.  Upon returning to the vehicle you will
wait until I get in and then you may proceed.  Does that make any sense to
you?" Aimee looked at him, puzzled.  She basically knew what he was saying,
but had no clue as to why.  Mr.  Parson continued speaking.  "Now when we
go to the grocery store and for our entire visit there for the most part,
you will stay at my left side, almost a bit behind me as a form of respect.
Do you understand that?"

   "Sounds kind of dumb, Mr.  Parson.  Why would I want to do that?"

   "Again, I am Old School and that is a part of what I call protocol and
something that I firmly believe in.  Now let's go and do our shopping
before people think that I am accosting a stranger or accosting my own
grandchild."

   With that Mr.  Parson turned and began walking towards the entrance to
the grocery store.  Stepping up on the curb Mr.  Parson stopped and turned
to look at Aimee.  She had abruptly stopped and was about eight feet behind
him.  "Come on up here Aimee, you have this all a bit wrong."

   Aimee quickly walked up to Mr.  Parson and looked totally confused. 
"But you told me to walk behind you.  I thought it was kind of like those
Muslim ladies or whatever religion it is in the Mideast...  was I wrong?"

   Mr.  Parson had to smile and shake his head `no'.  "Well you were not
wrong, but you were not correct either.  Come here, step up on the curb and
stand beside me.  There we are side by side but you are slightly behind me,
does that make more sense now?"

   "Well kind of I guess."

   They both turned and entered the grocery store.  It was still not quite
late afternoon so there was not an after work rush yet.  Mr.  Parson had
handed a shopping cart for Aimee to navigate.  She had caught on rather
quickly and was keeping her "distance", yet remaining close at the same
time.  They passed through the soda aisle where Aimee found herself a case
of water and then into the vegetable section.  Aimee watched as Mr.  Parson
"tested" the vegetables, getting a couple of onions, and then some tomatoes
and a cucumber and then a head of Romaine lettuce.  Then it was into the
fruit section where he picked out a few apples, a couple of oranges, a
mango and some kiwi to add, along with a bag of lemons.  As the cart slowly
began to fill up, Mr.  Parson turned and addressed Aimee.  "Anything in
this area interest you or anything that you may want?"

   "Well I was going to ask if you could stop by Subway on our way home so
I could pick up a meatball sandwich if that wasn't a problem?  But they
have a deli here don't they, maybe I'll just get a sandwich here."

   "Nonsense, we will not stop at Subway, and yes they do have a deli off
in that corner." Mr.  Parson headed off in that direction with Aimee at his
heels.  The area was full of smells of freshly cooked foods.  It was also a
bit more congested than the rest of the store as many people were
purchasing their dinner and potato salad, green bean casserole, fried
chicken, brisket and more.  Mr.  Parson picked up a loaf of French Bread
and handed it to Aimee who put it in the cart.  Walking to the counter, Mr.
Parson began browsing through all of the meats and cheeses.  "Are you
opposed to eating some turkey pastrami Aimee?"

   "I don't think that I have ever had it Mr.  Parson."

   "Well tonight you will." Mr.  Parson ordered half a pound sliced at
number three level and a quarter pound of Swiss cheese sliced the same.  "I
believe we will have enough condiments at home so this should do it unless
you can think of anything else?" Aimee shook her head `no', and they headed
to the cashier.  Pulling out a fifty, Mr.  Parson paid for the food, and
waved off the grocery employee as he nodded for Aimee to take the bagged
groceries.  Once at the BMW, Mr.  Parson opened the trunk and watched as
Aimee put everything in.  Well she kind of dumped everything, Mr.  Parson
thought.

   "Aimee, we are going to make a nice sandwich later, why would you want
to smash this loaf?  And you have the tomatoes on the bottom as well. 
Please rearrange everything.  We do not need bruised food if it is
avoidable."

   Aimee felt a combination of both being flustered as well as embarrassed.
She told herself, it's just food.  Working their way to the doors of the
car Aimee looked across at Mr.  Parson who was putting his key in the car
door.  Entering the car and buckling up his seat belt Aimee opened the door
and sat down.  Mr.  Parson heard the door open and felt as Aimee took her
seat.  Starting the car Mr.  Parson heard Aimee exclaim, "That was fun Mr.
Parson."

   Smiling to himself, Mr.  Parson put the car in reverse and told himself,
you have no clue how much fun as well as fulfilling this can all be.  The
drive home was accomplished pretty much in silence.  Then Mr.  Parson felt
that Aimee had plenty to think about as he did as well.  Pulling into the
garage and turning the car off Mr.  Parson patted Aimee on the knee.  "Well
so far so good.  Are you prepared for a possible lesson number two?"

   "Oh yes Mr.  Parson this is fun.  I want to learn more...  I mean a lot
more, if you don't mind?"

   "Not at all Aimee, then there will be many times that you will stumble.
Then, with you trying, I will be there to pick you up and of course dust
you off and set you back on this narrow and winding road that so many of us
have learned to love." The door opened and he got out.  Looking over the
top of the car he now saw Aimee standing and facing him.  She was a quick
learner, he thought, but is she really what he was hoping for?  Opening the
trunk Mr.  Parson helped Aimee this time with the groceries.  Once inside
everything was laid out on the table.

   "Hold on a second Aimee, I will need to instruct you as how to put
things up and where they go.  Then I will have a request for you in a
minute so remain where you are." Aimee tried to smile and say `yes' but now
she was unsure as to where this may lead.

   Mr.  Parson was walking up the stairs and asking himself the same
question.  Was he going too far too fast, and was he expecting too much
from Aimee at such an early point?  He took the shirt off of the hanger and
returned to the kitchen.  Looking at Aimee he softly spoke to her.  "Aimee,
I will ask that you put this shirt on, after you remove your other clothes
of course.  If you are not comfortable in doing so that is ok.  You may or
may not button the shirt, that will be your preference and most likely
comfort zone.  You may use the front room or the bathroom to change in." He
handed her the shirt.

   Aimee was totally lost as to what Mr.  Parson was requesting and why. 
Then she wanted to learn so much more and did not wish to upset Mr. 
Parson, and after all so far he had proven safe.  Then weren't so many of
those idiots roaming the streets?  Aimee was feeling a bit of a bond
growing with Mr.  Parson so now what to do.  "I'll change in the bathroom
Mr.  Parson."

   Preparing to walk off Mr.  Parson interrupted her stride and said, "And
do fold and put your clothes up properly Aimee."

   Mr.  Parson took all of the groceries out and arranged them on the table
top.  Aimee had stripped and folded her clothes as instructed, something
that she had never done in the past.  Looking into the mirror Aimee saw the
denim shirt hanging loosely on her shoulders.  Mr.  Parson was not a stocky
man, but he was broader than Aimee's rather skinny body.  She had no tits
and knew it, so why button up the shirt?  She had nothing to show.  Then
looking a bit lower she could see her bright red bush peeking out.  No that
was too much, Aimee thought and buttoned the two bottom ones.  She looked
and basically began staring at herself, yet not really recognizing that
image in the mirror.  Aimee thought that she could see her nipples kind of
poking through the denim shirt.  Reaching into the shirt she cupped one of
her tiny breasts and felt her nipple.  Yes, it was rock hard, probably as
hard as it had ever been.  Then going to her other breast it was mostly the
same.  Taking her nipple between her thumb and forefinger she twisted it a
bit and tweaked and pulled and pinched it rather hard.  A quick flash
seemed to have gone through her body.  This was much like what she had done
to herself on Saturday night before she went on her little fiasco, only
more intense.  Turning she went and returned to the kitchen.

   Standing in the doorway Aimee announced herself.  "Well I'm back Mr. 
Parson do you approve?"

   Not bothering to turn and look at Aimee, no matter how very tempting it
was, Mr.  Parson replied, "Of course I approve Aimee.  After all was it not
I who choose what you should wear?" Aimee was a bit lost; was Mr.  Parson
showing a bit of arrogance or was he showing how confident he was?  "Come
Aimee, I want to teach you something."

   Walking to the counter where Mr.  Parson was standing she could see him
slicing some lemons in two.  Pointing with his chin Mr.  Parson continued.
"There is the pot there, put a cup of sugar in it along with a cup of
water. Turn the stove to high and as it warms stir the mixture with the
wooden spoon until it begins to boil." With the sound of the word `boil',
Aimee thought as to her mother and how she never even learned to boil
water. In a bowl Mr.  Parson was squeezing out some lemons and had set a
few aside in halves.  It didn't take long for the mixture to come to a
boil. Mr.  Parson instructed Aimee to shut the stove off and to set the pot
aside so that it may cool off.

   "Now come Aimee let us sit in the front room while the mixture cools.  I
already put everything up but from now on that will be your chore, should
you wish to explore more in this lifestyle?"

   Aimee was a bit mixed in her reactions, as she was not used to taking
"orders", not even growing up.  Her parents being so lackadaisical about
things as they went about their many interests, Aimee always seemed to fend
for herself and had liked that independence.  Mr.  Parson took his usual
chair and Aimee went to sit where she had sat the previous evening.

   "No Aimee do me a favor and sit at the throw rug there."

   Again Aimee was not sure how she felt, and the idea of Mr.  Parson
taking advantage of her struck a thick cord.  So how did she sit
comfortably?  And of course she did need to keep her legs closed as she had
no panties on and how would the shirt shift?  Did she need to use a couple
more buttons to hide her basically nonexistent breasts?  Oh well.  Giving a
mental shrug, Aimee slumped to the rug, pulled her legs under her, and
smoothed out the denim shirt.

   "Thank You, Aimee.  Now tell me, what are you thinking so far as to this
new venture that you have opted to go on?"

   Aimee looked down and thought for what felt like hours although most
likely not it was not more than a minute.  Looking up at Mr.  Parson, Aimee
started to speak and then giggled a bit.  "Mr.  Parson, I'm not sure.  I
almost feel that I was lured into it, even if it was unintentional.  Then I
will say Thank You for that...  or at least so far.  I really don't know...
I mean I am having some weird feelings physically that I am not used to, or
was ever aware of.  As I mentioned last night I am still a virgin so my
sexual experiences are virtually none.  I have never even climaxed before
in my life so I do not know what I may be missing and what I may not be? 
Then mentally this has been like a real roller coaster ride.  Lots of ups
and downs in such short succession.  I am liking it, but I am not sure how
many more butterflies my stomach can handle?"

   "Well actually things sound a bit positive to me Aimee.  Then you can
always say slow down or quit or give me a break and so forth.  I have no
desire to push anything upon you.  I want you to make this journey at your
own pace and of course be comfortable in knowing that I will always be here
for some support.  Now go and place the pot in the fridge so that the
mixture can chill, and we will continue our conversation."

   Aimee returned and took her position.  She had many questions and Mr. 
Parson had many answers.  Sandwiches were made and shared.  The lemonade
came out a bit sour but great.  Then the sun went down and the
conversations continued.

   "Aimee where does time fly when two people are having such a great time
sharing?  It is after nine and I know that you need your rest and most
likely you have some school work to do.  Wait a second and I will be right
back." Mr.  Parson went up the stairs and to his small library in his room.
Searching a bit he pulled out two books, then a third one.  Looking them
over, he saw no reason to overwhelm the young Lady.  He put two back and
reread the cover.  It was `SM101' by Jay Wiseman.  A simple and realistic
introduction into the world of BDSM that might help Aimee...  or at least
Mr.  Parson was hoping so.  Then he opened his closet door and turned on
the light, and began sifting through his many Daddy/daughter magazines and
pulled one out.  Most of the young Ladies there were thinner and young, and
Mr.  Parson was hoping that Aimee might be able to relate to them...  Well
a little bit at least.  Turning off the light and closing the closet door,
Mr.  Parson went downstairs and into the front room.  Aimee was much as he
had left her, which delighted him.

   "Aimee I have a book that I would like for you to browse through when
you have some free time.  Then here is a magazine as well that may interest
you.  Anyhow it is getting late.  Gather up your clothes and head on back
to your apartment."

   Quickly Aimee got up and went down the hall and into the bathroom.  She
placed the book and magazine on top of her clothes, and just could not help
herself and quickly shuffled through several pages of the magazine; this
one was `Just Eighteen'.  Although she knew that most of the females were
older, she was loving the way that they were dressed as well as their not
so ladylike poses.  Hurrying out she saw Mr.  Parson awaiting her.  Then
she had not changed into her regular clothing, which she was supposed to
have done.

   "Well Aimee.  Thank You for not changing, that means a lot to me.  Then
should you be comfortable it would be greatly appreciated that each time
you visit that you do wear this one shirt and that only.  The place is
quite private and no one will see you."

   Aimee could feel herself blushing, but the idea of what Mr.  Parson had
just shared brought a positive tingle to her.  "Mmmmm, Thank You Mr. 
Parson.  I do like your idea and we will see how it all goes.  But I am
late and yes I do have some school work that needs to be done."

   Mr.  Parson nodded `yes' to Aimee and she was out the kitchen door.  Mr.
Parson could not help himself and walked to the door as he watched Aimee
opening up her apartment door clad only in his denim shirt.  Just how far
would this go?  He wondered.  Would she be receptive to all of this once
the novelty wore off?  Yes, lots of questions and only time and patience
would give the answers he was hoping to receive.

   Aimee left her clothes on the kitchen table, dropped off her, well Mr.
Parson's, shirt and plopped onto the bed to read and browse.  First it was
a quick glance through many of the pages in the magazine.  Aimee could
easily picture herself in many of those poses and of course wearing all
those schoolgirl uniforms and over the knee socks and heels and more.  Or
could she actually do that?  Pushing the magazine aside she went to the
book and studied the various chapters and decided to read the first one.

   Aimee found it quite intriguing and at page 62 decided that she was
tired and had read enough.  Then looking at the clock, it was now after
midnight.  Luckily her first class was not until 9:30 in the morning. 
Putting Mr.  Parson's shirt back on Aimee soon found herself dozing off and
having the strangest dreams.

   Mr.  Parson, usually a good sleeper, found himself having trouble
relaxing.  Too much too soon, he kept telling himself.  Many times he had
found himself daydreaming of finally finding another partner with whom he
could share his many fetishes and kinks and the lifestyle as he and his
wife had enjoyed them for nearly forty years.  Then never had he thought of
someone as young or, for that matter, as innocent as Aimee.  In the
Daddy/daughter group that Bill was involved in, they came in all ages and
shapes and sizes.  Some younger ones (all needed to be legal or eighteen or
older).  Some of the daughters were older and had been married to their
Daddy for many years.  Some had this dynamic and some had another.  There
was no real way to define what a Daddy/daughter relationship was like. 
Just like there are millions and millions of different people out there,
there is an equal amount of dynamics and fetishes and of course likes and
dislikes.  What may work for one couple may not be at all to the liking of
another Daddy/daughter relationship.  Tossing and turning Mr.  Parson
finally fell asleep.

   Early the next morning Mr.  Parson found himself in the kitchen and
warming up a bagel to eat with some cream cheese as he drank his hot tea.
He caught himself thinking back as to his lost wife, and how they had spent
so many pleasurable hours in the kitchen sharing in fixing most any meal
they came across and liking almost all of them.  Then she had done the
baking, thus Mr.  Parson was not the baker that he wishes he was.  However,
Aimee seemed to have lit that spark up a bit in cooking and now for him to
learn to bake like he should.  Glancing at the clock, he was it was now
almost nine and Aimee still had not left for school.  Did she oversleep or
was she having a late class or what?  Mr.  Parson was worried and did not
know whether to chance it and knock on Aimee's door and try and rouse her.

   Except for the weird dreams, Aimee had slept exceptionally well.  Now
she was running just on time.  Then she opted to read a couple more pages
and look at some more pictures.  She was aroused and wishing she could stay
in her apartment and read and look at pictures all day.  Then the idea
struck Aimee as to maybe sharing some of this "voyeur" type time with Mr.
Parson.  No, that would not be right...  but the thought persisted.  It was
now a couple of minutes after nine and she needed to be off to school.

   Hearing the car start, Mr.  Parson looked out the kitchen window. 
Hopefully she was not late for class and he wondered when would she return.
He went outside to work a bit on the yard and basically kill a lot of time
as his mind worked.  He thought of the many new possibilities and what had
transpired last night as well as the night before.  Taking a break, he
decided to have an apple and half a pear for lunch along with a bit more of
the lemonade.  Probably not the most normal lunch one would have but it was
filling and good so oh well.  His thoughts went to what would he have for
supper?  Something light, like maybe a salad and some boiled eggs with some
chopped ham sounded good.  Then would Aimee want to eat that?  Mr.  Parson
shook his head.  He had not even asked Aimee if she wanted to have a light
supper with him tonight.  He made his way to his car and went back to the
grocery store to get the fixings for his supper, although he was hoping
that he would not need to eat it alone.

   Aimee was having a terrible time concentrating on her class, which was
highly unusual.  The professor then gave the class a complex theorem that
would require a few hours of work.  After class Aimee went to the lab to
use the computer and try and find a solution for this problem.  She had
until next week to complete it, but Aimee was always punctual in her school
work and did things right away rather than waiting for the last minute. 
Nothing like having to rush things and most likely make some dumb mistake
or two.  Then math is a science so everything is basically black and white.


   Aimee found that she was tired and decided to call it a day.  It was now
almost four and she had made good progress on the problem.  Another hour,
or possibly two, and the solution would be written out, she told herself.
At approximately the same time Mr.  Parson was again worried as to Aimee.
He had never really paid attention to her schedule, so he was unsure as to
what day was what and when she left and when she returned.  Flustered and
acting a bit needy, he decided to write a note and put it on Aimee's door
inviting her over for a salad dinner.  He opened the screen and taped the
note there and returned home.  No sooner had he closed the screen then he
heard Aimee driving up to her apartment.  Anxiously he looked out the
window to see what expression she might have.  Opening the screen door
Aimee saw the piece of paper taped there.  Initially she thought that it
was Roland, then thought, how would he have been able to get here?  He had
sent her about a dozen emails and texts the last couple of days and Aimee
was not interested in responding to any of them.  Unfolding the paper she
quickly recognized the handwriting.

   ` Aimee,

   Not being a pest but I fixed a large salad.  Should you be so kind I
would like for you to come by and share it with me.  Around six sound ok?

   Bill'

   Aimee glanced at the kitchen and then walked into her apartment.  She
quickly found herself arguing back and forth...  should I or shouldn't I?
Putting her books down and beginning to strip and relax, she saw the book
and the magazine on her bed.  It was now a no brainer!  Sure I will go
visit the dirty old man and who knows what other lovely trick he may have
up his sleeve?  She had a bit of time to burn so she, now naked, plopped
onto the bed and continued reading the one book.

   Mr.  Parson did see Aimee looking in the direction of the kitchen, but
it did not tell him one way or another as to her intent.  He took out six
eggs and set a pot of water to boil.  Pulling out the things for the salad
he went to chopping and slicing.  It was a big salad that he found himself
making.  Hopefully there would be two sharing it?

   Aimee checked her cell phone and saw it was almost five thirty.  Then
she saw where she had received another text from Roland.  Not wanting to
read it, she turned her phone back off and thought about where she would be
in about half an hour.  Then she grabbed the one magazine and looked at the
same pictures all over again.  They were still getting her aroused so that
was a good thing she figured.  Then she thought of the denim shirt and how
Mr.  Parson had requested that she wear it when she visited.  Mmmmm that
was a good thought she told herself.  Could she look like some of those
Girls in the magazine and try and tease him?  Possibly seduce him?  No,
that would be going too far but she was intrigued by the many
possibilities.

   Getting out of bed, she found herself practically running to the shower.
She had taken one earlier that morning, but thought another light one
wouldn't hurt.  A light soaping all over and a rinse and she turned the
water off.  Spreading her legs a bit she reached between them and slowly
inserted her middle finger.  Yes, it was still there, she amused herself in
saying under her breath.  Then for how much longer?  Drying off and looking
into the mirror, Aimee realized she liked what she saw, which was a bit of
a rarity with her.  Then a slightly evil thought entered her mind and she
thought why not?  She grabbed her brush and went to brushing out her hair.
Having parted it in the middle, she had opted to wear it in pony tails. 
Then what the heck, she reasoned, why not braid it as well like all those
sluts in the magazine?  That done, she put on Mr.  Parson's denim shirt. 
It was now almost six so she scooted out the door and walked towards Mr. 
Parson's kitchen door.

   Standing back and looking through the window, Mr.  Parson could not
believe his eyes.  Here walking barefoot across his lawn was Aimee, wearing
only his denim shirt and it looked unbuttoned as well.  Then her ginger
hair was in two braided pony tails.  Does it get any better than this?  he
asked himself.  Walking to the screen door he watched her confident
approach.  Then he noticed that the bottom button was fastened; it was a
start, he decided.  Opening the door he again gave Aimee the up and down.

   "Come in Aimee, you look wonderful.  What a pleasant surprise!"

   Aimee looked at Mr.  Parson a bit bewildered.  "What's a pleasant
surprise?" she asked.  "I thought that you had invited me over?"

   A bit tongue tied now, Mr.  Parson let out a soft laugh.  "Well yes, yes
I did invite you over.  The surprise being what a lovely jewel you appear
to be.  I mean I am so happy you opted to wear my shirt, and your hair just
adds the perfect touch in my opinion.  Anyhow come in and sit down while I
serve us both."

   Mr.  Parson pulled the salad out of the fridge and served them; opting
to finish up the lemonade he poured about a ¾ glass each.  As they ate
there was small talk as to the weather and school and nothing really
serious.  Just a relaxing light supper shared by two people.  Later, as he
was putting the salad up, Mr.  Parson was pleased that there would be
enough for tomorrow's supper, should Aimee decide to return.  Aimee was
gathering the bowls and utensils when she told Mr.  Parson, "Let me clean
up here and wash everything.  It is the least that I can do as I seem to be
here quite often lately, bumming food from you and of course drinking the
occasional glass of wine."

   "Not to worry Aimee it is most definitely my pleasure.  I never have any
company with my meals anymore so I am enjoying treating you, so to speak."

   Going to the front room, Mr.  Parson took out two shot glasses and
filled each with a bit of brandy.  Going back to the kitchen, he grabbed a
washrag and cleaned off the table as Aimee was cleaning out the sink.  Both
were finished about the same time.  "We seem to make a pretty good pair in
cleaning details Mr.  Parson, and Thank You as the salad really hit the
spot and filled me up just right."

   "Come let's go to the other room, surely you can spare a few minutes
before you return to your apartment, can't you?"

   Actually Aimee was happy to hear the request and secretly hoping that a
bit of voyeur sharing might take place as well.  They both proceeded to the
front room, and Mr.  Parson handed Aimee her shot glass of brandy and took
his and sat at his regular chair.  Aimee found herself sitting on the throw
rug again, only this time she did not pull her legs in tight and under her
like the previous evening.  Looking at Aimee and not being able to hide his
happiness, Mr.  Parson smiled and raised his shot glass.  "Here's to
another night of sharing, Aimee."

   Aimee returned the salute of her glass and took a tiny sip of her
brandy. Mr.  Parson took a light sip and put his glass down.  "So Aimee,
things seem to be going rather smoothly with us.  I am so glad that you
have been open with me in many ways.  Is there anything you might want to
ask or share that you know about this lifestyle and Daddy/daughter
relationships?" Aimee gave Mr.  Parson a slightly stern look.  Now Mr. 
Parson was wishing to backtrack a bit, as he may have said more than he
should have.

   "Actually Mr.  Parson, I have a lot of questions and I do not know where
to start.  As far as the book that you lent me, it is opening my eyes up to
a lot of things.  Then most likely once I finish the book, I will find
myself reading it a second time as there is so much to learn, and I am
excited and of course rushing my reading a bit.  Then with the magazine I
do have my mind wandering around in what most would call some not so nice
things.  To be honest, I am enjoying the arousal that they are giving me.
My mind keeps asking if I would ever find a safe person that I could
please, much like those sluts seem to be doing for others."

   Mr.  Parson was now at a loss again.  Was this going too far too fast
like he had been telling himself the last couple of days?  "Without being
rude or perhaps sounding too forward, I think that you are as sexy as all
getup.  I mean watching you walking across the lawn earlier really got my
heart to beating.  Most any normal man would be pleased plus to be allowed
to share some time with you."

   Aimee went to blushing as she was not used to many compliments, much
less the type that she was hearing now.  "I was thinking Mr.  Parson, maybe
we could look at some of those magazines together, and you could explain
some things to me in more detail?  I mean I know that I am liking what I am
seeing, but I am still confused as to the why about a lot of things."

   Mr.  Parson could not believe the music of those words to his ears.  He
almost thought of slapping himself to see if he was not dreaming all of
this.  "Well Aimee I do have a collection of sorts upstairs in my closet...
should that interest you?" Again, Aimee blushed and simply nodded `yes' to
Mr.  Parson.  Rising Mr.  Parson looked toward the hallway.  Aimee got up
and followed him up the stairs.  "Sit, Aimee, while I pull out a few of the
magazines for us to enjoy."

   Looking around, there was not really a place where both could sit and
look at the magazines together.  So Aimee decided to just sit at the edge
of the bed and wait for Mr.  Parson.  Quickly Mr.  Parson exited the closet
carrying about half a dozen of his "girlie" magazines.  Aimee's heart was
rapidly pumping as she awaited Mr.  Parson.  Then Mr.  Parson's heart was
doing a lot of pumping as well.  Looking around Mr.  Parson realized that
there was no real place for them to sit and share the magazines, unless
they returned downstairs and most likely they would sit at the kitchen
table.  Aimee caught his slightly lost look, and patted the bed.  "Mr. 
Parson why don't you put the magazines here and we can thumb through them
together, one by one?"

   "Are you sure Aimee?"

   "Of course, I'm sure, lay over here and I will lay next to you and we
can enjoy the magazines together, and you can answer a lot of my
questions." Mr.  Parson laid across the bed and Aimee scooted over and was
quickly by his side.  A magazine was picked out and the thumbing and
questions and comments began.  So, for the next couple of evenings after a
shared supper, this is how they spent an hour or two.

   The week had flown by quickly...  well it seemed to, and then often it
slowly crept by.  Each evening Aimee had come over wearing only the denim
shirt that Mr.  Parson had given her.  Sometimes she wore her hair one way,
another time a bit different.  Then each time Mr.  Parson would watch Aimee
walk across the lawn towards his kitchen door, he felt like he was forty
years younger.  Was Aimee the "Fountain of Youth", that Ponce de Leon had
searched for in the New World?  It was late Friday afternoon and Mr. 
Parson knew that Aimee would be arriving shortly.  He had watched her drive
up about an hour ago, and was quite sure that she had showered and was now
preparing herself for the nightly visit, and what was becoming their ritual
of sorts.  Tonight, he was fixing garlic shrimp in olive oil over a bed of
sautéed cabbage and pecans.  He had brought out one of his finer bottles of
wine and tossed a light Caesars Salad.

   Looking out the screen door he could see Aimee emerging from her
apartment.  The same denim shirt and bright smile, her ginger hair combed
out and hanging loosely.  Then he also noticed that this time she had not
buttoned the bottom of her shirt.  Several times Mr.  Parson had been
teased by a slight view of some pubic hair, but never a revealing peek was
ever had.  Now with the one question, which would lead to many more, Mr. 
Parson felt more comfortable in proposing it over Aimee's second glass of
wine.

   Opening the screen door, Mr.  Parson welcomed Aimee; walking in she gave
Mr.  Parson a slight peck on his cheek which had now become a bit of a
custom when arriving and leaving.  "Well the week is basically over Aimee,
is it time to kick back and relax I hope?"

   "I have a problem from one of my classes at school that I must finish,
but only an hour or two and I will be all caught up." The truth was she
should have finished it a couple of days ago but her mind and concentration
were both lacking when it came to her school work.

   "Good, good, good!  Sit and relax, I should have dinner ready in about
15 or 20 minutes." Aimee took her usual chair to the left of where Mr. 
Parson always sat.  Everything smelled great in the kitchen as Aimee felt
her belly growling a bit.  She had only eaten one caramel doughnut for
breakfast this morning.

   "I hope that you like shrimp, Aimee.  I am fixing some garlic shrimp on
a bed of cabbage and pecan nuts."

   Aimee kind of looked up at the ceiling while she thought a bit.  "Well I
had some shrimp at Captain D's when I was still in high school.  I also had
some what I think they called popcorn shrimp, but I don't remember from
where though.  Cabbage is kind of yucky isn't it?"

   Poor young child, Mr.  Parson thought.  This Girl had grown up never
experiencing any of the finer foods in life.  Oh well, Mr.  Parson figured,
hopefully things will continue to move forward and Aimee may gather an
appetite for some of the finer cuisines.  As Mr.  Parson was preparing the
plates Aimee had gotten up, and was peering over his shoulder and had
placed a hand on his right side.  "It sure smells good Mr.  Parson.  Wow! I
don't think that I have ever seen any shrimp that big before."

   "These are just the large shrimp Aimee.  I was hoping to find some fresh
colossal shrimp and make us some stuffed shrimp.  One day I hope."

   Both plates were set and Mr.  Parson opened the bottle of wine and set a
glass for each of them.  As part of the new protocol that Aimee was
learning, Mr.  Parson took a seat first and took a bite out of one shrimp,
and cut into the bedded cabbage and nuts with honey.  "Mmmmmm, this is so
good Aimee!  I really hope that you enjoy yours.  You may be seated, and do
try your dish."

   Aimee pulled her chair back and took her seat.  The food did smell
excellent and she was eager to try.  Taking her first bite of her shrimp
she found it to be very succulent, and wanted to not chew it but just savor
the flavor.  Then slowly chewing in it and taking a bit of the cabbage and
nuts, she did the same.  Interesting, she thought to herself.  That cabbage
stuff really tastes pretty good.  Now having just the tail in her hand
Aimee, looked at Mr.  Parson's plate and could see where it was about half
gone.  Then she did not see any shrimp tails.

   "Are you eating your shrimp tails?  I thought that you were not supposed
to eat them, Mr.  Parson?"

   "I eat mine, Aimee, they're almost as good as the rest of the shrimp in
my opinion.  Then some people do and some do not, so it is basically a
matter of preference on your part, Aimee."

   "I think I'll pass for now but the shrimp is so juicy and tasty and that
cabbage ain't bad at all."

   Picking up his glass Mr.  Parson proposed a toast of sorts.  "Here is to
many great meals shared between the two of us." Aimee put her glass forward
and offered her toast in return.  Taking a slow sip of her wine Aimee
smiled to herself it was so smooth and sweet.  And well...  yummy she
thought.  Relishing her meal, Aimee was startled as Mr.  Parson broke the
silence with a question that seemed to have come out of the blue.  Mr. 
Parson had not waited for that second glass of wine for Aimee to bring it
up.

   "Aimee, I have been thinking, there is...  ah...  well let's call it a
gathering, kind of like a party, tomorrow evening.  It will be a bunch of
us local and semi local people that are really into the Daddy/daughter
relationship dynamic.  It would please me greatly if you would agree to
accompany me."

   With that question, Aimee almost spit her drink into her plate and
across the table.  Mr.  Parson could see her sudden change in expression,
but remained silent, only praying for the best.

   "Are you asking me out on a date Mr.  Parson?"

   Mr.  Parson had to think a bit as he had never thought of it in that
way. A date?  "Oh!  That's a good one, Aimee.  I wouldn't call it a date,
but in a way, I guess that it is...  well kind of."

   "So, what all goes on at one of these parties Mr.  Parson?  I mean is it
going to be like an orgy and everyone having sex?  Don't forget that I'm
still virgin, and I don't want to let just anyone do...  well you know what
I mean."

   "You are kind of correct but full of misconceptions as well, Aimee.  Yes
there will be a lot of people there and in different stages of...  let us
say, dress.  Most of the Daughters there will be dressed to please their
Daddy or Master, so what pleases the Daddy is how they will display
themselves.  As far as out and out sex, not likely.  We do have rules as to
such play.  Maybe some genitals touched and fondled, all with consent of
course.

   "But it is more of a social gathering where people mingle and of course
ogle at others.  I think that it would be a great learning experience for
you.  Then it would please me greatly having you at my side.  I have not
had a date, as you put it, at one of these functions since my wife passed
away.  In fact I have not attended one in over a year.  So I would be a bit
rusty too, as to how things are going in the club, and possibly meeting
some new members."

   "Will all of those Girls be like the ones in the magazines?  I mean all
dressed up like sluts and showing off everything?  I don't think that I can
do that, and I don't have any of those nasty clothes either.  I don't
know....  It sounds like fun, but it kind of scares me at the same time."

   "I would love the privilege of purchasing you an outfit, Aimee, and I
know just the place.  As far as displaying and exposing yourself, that is
all up to you...  or should I say you and your Daddy.  Then no one is ever
forced to do anything.  This is all consensual and everyone is out to have
a good time, and of course show off a bit, should one desire."

   Both of them had finished their meal.  Aimee still had half a glass of
wine but Mr.  Parson had finished his off.  "Would you care for a refill,
Mr.  Parson?"

   "Sure Aimee, but I'll get it, you start the dishes and I will pick
things up and clean a bit."

   Gathering up the plates and utensils, Aimee went to the sink and started
the water.  All Aimee could think of all week was doing exactly as Mr. 
Parson was now proposing.  Well, not necessarily proposing, but the
opportunity would be there.  Then there would be so many other Girls there,
and most likely they would be prettier and more desirable as well.  Would
she find it humiliating being around those Girls?

   "Mr.  Parson?" Aimee said aloud as she looked through the kitchen
window. "Will all of those Girls be young like me, and as pretty as the
ones in those magazines that we like looking at?"

   "Aimee, you've got it a bit wrong.  Yes there will be some Girls your
age.  Then I doubt any as beautiful as you." Aimee blushed, still not used
to these compliments, but in hopes that there would be many in her future.
"It is like we have discussed, they come in all shapes and sizes and ages.
There will be some thinner Ladies like yourself, some of what we call
BBW's, and some your age and others in their thirties and forties and even
fifties.  This dynamic of Daddy/daughter age play does not have a rigid set
of rules.  Rather it is what the two have decided and what fits them best,
and what they are most comfortable with."

   Aimee was now rinsing the dishes but did not respond.  Her mind was
working overtime as to the possibilities, and yes much of it she found
quite hot, very stimulating.  Then at times she also felt that this might
also be a bit humiliating for her.  After all, she knew that she was not
that pretty of a Girl, although Mr.  Parson did try to convince her that
she was.  Would she have the confidence that so many of those Girls in
those magazines had?  So many questions Aimee had, yet this new deal that
Mr.  Parson had brought up out of nowhere had hit her like a brick; she was
so unprepared for any of it.  The dishes all set to dry, Aimee turned to
clean off the table only to find that Mr.  Parson had already done so. 
Looking around, she saw the kitchen was neat and clean as Mr.  Parson liked
it.  He had left the room so Aimee has assumed that he was sitting in his
chair, awaiting her.  Aimee took up her half finished glass of wine and
went into the front room.

   "May I sit Mr.  Parson?"

   "Yes do, then why don't you bring that throw rug here," Mr.  Parson
patted the left arm of his chair, "and take your place here Aimee."

   Aimee was a bit surprised, but she also felt that the closeness of Mr.
Parson might be comforting as well.  Without responding, Aimee picked the
throw rug up and sat it on the left side of Mr.  Parson's chair.  Half
kneeling and half sitting, Aimee found herself bracing up against the side
of the chair.  She felt Mr.  Parson's hand as it lightly and gently
massaged the top of her head.

   "You in a bit of a quandary Aimee?" Mr.  Parson asked.

   Boy was this the question of the century!  Aimee thought.  "I am not
sure if the word `quandary' even approaches what is now going through my
mind, Mr.  Parson.  Perhaps adding a few words like lost, scared, confused,
amused and more?  This really threw me for a loop.  Yes, it has been one of
my continual fantasies all week long.  And now there is the reality of it
all, coming together and becoming true.  Phew...  I just don't know what to
say." Mr.  Parson was still massaging the top of Aimee's head.  Aimee felt
her throat as dry as it had been in a long time.  "May I have a drink of my
wine, Sir?" No sooner had Aimee said it then her mind was going into a
whirlwind.  Mr.  Parson's fingers had become stiff as he heard Aimee
uttering those words.  Neither had ever spoken as to the word `Sir', and
what it might imply, so they were both equally shocked.

   "Of course, Aimee feel free to finish your one glass.  Then after
another half of a glass, I will feel the need to send you home a bit early
tonight."

   This confused Aimee, as she was wanting to do some more `sharing' and
looking at magazines and doing some commenting.  She had also thought that
Mr.  Parson might have some porno type Daddy/daughter movies as well.  But
her mind was still stuck on the question of attending this party tomorrow
night.  Two swift gulps and the wine was all gone.  Aimee put the glass by
her side as Mr.  Parson had, again, continued to gently massage and relax
Aimee.  Sitting quietly and enjoying a bit of relaxation as well as the
attention being paid her by Mr.  Parson, she heard his voice again.

   "Ready for half a refill Aimee?" With that, Mr.  Parson stood up, glass
in hand.

   "No, Thank You Mr.  Parson, I think I'll pass.  In fact, I will also
take your advice and go home early.  There's so much that I need to think
about.  Maybe tomorrow we can share some breakfast and discuss it further?"

   Mr.  Parson pulled Aimee up and gave her a brief but warm hug.  "Of
course, you may return home, and yes please do join me for breakfast
tomorrow.  A bit later, say nine o'clock or so?"

   "Sounds like a plan, Sir.  Tomorrow morning it is then." This time Aimee
leaned over and gave Mr.  Parson a bit more than a peck on the cheek,
although it was hardly like a kiss shared between two lovers.  "I'll see
you in the morning Mr.  Parson." With that she returned to the kitchen and
placed her glass in the sink and was gone.  Mr.  Parson decided that two
glasses were good enough for the night.  He put his glass in the sink along
with Aimee's.  Then he turned the water on and washed and rinsed them both.
Having put the wine up he slowly plodded upstairs.  What was all of this
going to bring?  he mused.  Again, is this too much, too fast?

   Aimee shook her shoulders a bit and the denim shirt hit the floor. 
Turning and looking towards her mirror, she liked what she saw, but would
others like it as well?  She reached up and cupped her tiny breasts and
rubbed her nipples, and then began to twist and pinch and almost maul them.
As the pain entered her brain, shots of excitement accompanied the
sensations as well.  Spreading her legs a bit she inserted her middle
finger, as was now an almost daily practice.  Mmmmmm, she thought.  There
it is, my old cherry waiting to be taken.  Removing her finger, she tasted
her own juices, and had to admit that she like the taste.  Who would be her
first?  Aimee considered.  Surely Mr.  Parson was too old and could he even
still get it up?  Aimee laid back on her bed and slowly began searching for
her itty bitty, almost non-existent clit.  Perhaps this was why she was not
as sexually stimulated as all the other Girls seemed to be.  Maybe she
needed to tease and play with herself more often.  Closing her eyes,
fantasies and dreams and many more nasty thoughts quickly passed through
her mind.  Soon she was relaxed and asleep and her weird dreams returned.
Only now they did not seem so weird.

   Mr.  Parson was soon in bed and reading an old magazine for perhaps the
fourth time.  His mind kept returning to Aimee and how much that had
transpired throughout the week.  Putting the magazine down he decided
tomorrow is another day as he turned out the lamp.

   Ok so now what to fix for breakfast?  he found himself asking.  There
was a bit of ham left...  maybe some ham and vegetable omelets?  After all,
so far Aimee had not objected to any of their meals they'd shared.  It was
not quite seven so he stayed in bed a bit longer, thinking and pondering
over many things.  At 7:30, Mr.  Parson almost literally found himself
being drug out of bed.  Rise and shine, he told himself as he visited his
bathroom to brush his teeth and shower and shave and prepare for Aimee's
visit.

   Aimee woke up a bit earlier than usual for a sleep-in day.  Her mind was
still running so many nasty scenarios through it, that she really wanted to
return to sleep and enjoy it all.  Reaching across her bed, Aimee grabbed
the one book and pulled the covers over her.  Aimee must have slept good as
she had not even bothered to cover herself.  Then Aimee was also beginning
to relish the thought of being naked much more often, and offering herself,
to be in service to someone else that deserved such.  Aimee was about half
way through the book, but knew that she would need to read it all over
again.  So much to grasp, and try to comprehend.  Then Mr.  Parson had been
quite good at answering so many of her questions.  Then it also seemed that
with one question answered, two more would pop up.  Well, the only real
question right now is would she submit to Mr.  Parson and agree to attend
this party and accompany him tonight?

   "Richard, this is Bill!  How are things going this morning?"

   "Bill!  Good to hear from you!  Most of us had thought that you had
moved off to Alaska or the Outback or something.  How have you been?"

   "Considering all things, ok I will say.  Since my wife passed away it
has been hard finding a new partner.  However, I may have found a young
Lady interested in the lifestyle.  Well...  at least she is now.  We'll
find out once all the novelty wears out, as most of us have been there.  So
is the get together still scheduled for tonight?"

   "Sure, you planning on attending?  Of course, there is always room for
you and your guest, should you have one.  If not show up anyway.  A lot of
us have been in the group twenty years plus, and you are about our oldest
living member." "Yes, good to hear that some of us old dinosaurs are still
allowed to roam through the crowds.  Anyhow, I will be having breakfast
with her in a bit.  Sign me up, and if she is a no go, then I will attend
anyways."

   "So far it looks like there will be about twenty planning on showing up.
Then you know how that goes...  last minute cancellations, and others
saying yes at the last minute.  Then worse gets to worse, Susie will be
here and I imagine she would enjoy a good OTK from you." Mr.  Parson had
forgotten about Susie.  She had lost her husband about the same time he had
lost his wife.  Richard continued.  "Susie kind of has become the Den
Mother for several of these girls, and she has fit in real good.  It keeps
everyone in a bit better mood, and the Girls know that they have someone
experienced that they can talk to when things are not going well."

   "Well that sounds like a plan.  See you about eight at your place."

   "We'll be waiting on you, see you tonight." They both hung up and Mr. 
Parson let out a bit of a sigh.  Well with or without Aimee he was going.
He really needed to get back into the swing of things that had always made
him more complete.  Mr.  Parson was chopping up the last bit of zucchini
went he heard the screen door.  This morning, Aimee had her hair pulled
back, but it was the bright shiny smile that really what stood out.  "Good
morning Aimee!  I am just getting ready to sauté the vegetables.  I never
asked, but I hope that you are open to sharing a vegetable and ham omelet?"

   "Sure, beats an Egg McMuffin, which is what I often times find myself
subsisting on anymore."

   "Well there is your cup and tea, pour yourself some hot water and tell
me what you may have decided."

   The water was very hot, so Aimee put her cup on the counter to allow it
to cool some.  "Well Mr.  Parson, I really would like to go and see these
people and see all kinds of new things.  Then I am not sure if I am really
ready for it."

   "Aimee, did I not hear someone say: `there is no time like the present'
the other evening?"

   "You got me on that one, Mr.  Parson.  Could you kind of paint me a
picture as to what all may be going on tonight?"

   "I just got off the phone with Richard a few minutes ago.  He is
basically our group leader.  He is expecting about twenty people, which I
consider a good size crowd.  A lot of faces and conversations, but not
elbow to elbow.  He has a rather large house, a bit bigger than mine, but
with a nice fenced in patio in the back yard.  It will be obvious as to who
the Daddies will be, and the Daughters as well.  Like I have mentioned,
each relationship has its own set of dynamics, so no two act alike or are
the same.  Then some of the Daddies, as well as their Daughters, like to
showboat or tease or are simply exhibitionists.  There will be a lot of
nudity, although it is not mandatory.  As the evening progresses, there may
be some sexual play, and some BDSM stuff like spanking and rope and so
forth.  Then there are Monitors there and nothing is ever allowed to get
out of hand." Mr.  Parson was taking the vegetables out of the skillet and
setting them aside and then cracking some eggs to scramble.

   "So...  what am I supposed to wear and what if I am not comfortable
there, and I want to come back home?"

   "As far as what will you wear, we will discuss that later.  And you will
wear what you want, as no one will force you to wear or not wear anything.
If you are not comfortable and want to come home, simply say so and we will
leave."

   "That sounds acceptable.  but what if one of the Daddies wants to have
sex with me?"

   "Not going to happen.  We have rules and respect and certain barriers
that we adhere to." The eggs were now in the skillet and Mr.  Parson was
stirring as he spoke.  "Aimee, fix us another cup of tea and put some bread
in the toaster to toast.  Anyhow, you will be with me and I can and will
guarantee your safety."

   Mr.  Parson was stirring the vegetables and mixing them with the almost
ready eggs.  "Aimee get me out the shredded cheddar from the crisper in the
fridge, and set out our table." Aimee seemed to be getting better at
complying and obeying, so Mr.  Parson was quite impressed there.  Taking
the two pieces of toast out and placing two more slices of bread in, Aimee
put the plates out as Mr.  Parson put the cheese on the scrambled omelets
to melt.  "Sorry Aimee, I forgot to get us some orange juice, so now it is
either hot tea or water."

   "That's ok, as I am really starting to like all of this tea drinking. 
What flavor am I having this morning?"

   "That's Jasmine, one of my favorite breakfast teas.  Here's your plate,
put it on the table." The toaster went off, and Aimee put the two slices on
top of the others on the table.  Plate in hand Mr.  Parson sat and grabbed
a piece of toast and took a bite of his eggs and vegetables.  "Rushed a bit
but not bad.  Go ahead and sit and you may serve yourself, Aimee."

   "Thank You, Sir." Aimee sat and took a piece of toast and placed it on
her plate.  Mr.  Parson took another bite and then one of toast and told
Aimee to go ahead and eat.

   "May I speak, Sir?"

   "Yes you may Aimee."

   "Well although a bit reluctant, I am going to accept your offer for
tonight.  Then again I don't have anything to wear."

   Mr.  Parson shook his head and laughed.  "Well, not having anything to
wear might please most everyone there.  Then I know a place and we can
visit there after breakfast.  As far as being reluctant, like I said, if
you are not comfortable, just say so and we will come home."

   They both smiled at each other and finished their breakfast and hot tea.
Once the dishes were done and the kitchen cleaned, Mr.  Parson looked at
Aimee and asked her if she was ready to go shopping.  Turning a bright red
she simply nodded `yes' and smiled.

   "Well, if you want, we may be able to get into the store with you
dressed as you are, but you will need some type of shoes.  I think that is
a city ordinance, or was at one time, if my memory serves me right?"

   "Sounds tempting, Mr.  Parson but perhaps we might need to play it on
the safe side, and I will go change into something more reasonable."

   "Ok, I will wait for you by the garage."

   "One more thing Mr.  Parson...  is it ok if I don't wear any...  you
know, underwear?" Mr.  Parson was looking a bit between her breasts, and
into the open shirt.  "No, I mean here, like in no panties."

   Mr.  Parson smiled and replied.  "Well one day you might learn that is
the only way to dress.  Makes you more prepared for what might be in the
near future...  should you follow me?"

   Aimee was not quite sure as to what Mr.  Parson was referring to.  She
shook her head and almost sprinted to her apartment.  Mr.  Parson walked
slowly to the garage, and leaned against the wall as he put himself into
some deep thought involving Aimee.  Once in her apartment, Aimee shrugged
off her shirt and grabbed the pair of jeans she had worn the day before. 
Aimee was not accustomed to not wearing any panties, so now she felt so
wild and nasty.  Going through the drawers, Aimee found a slightly wrinkled
old T shirt that she had forgotten she owned.  It kind of went below her
bellybutton, but it didn't cover her entire stomach either.  Not risqué,
but for now that was as good as it was going to get.  She put it on and
pulled it down tight trying to get the small wrinkles out.  Now Aimee could
see her nipples poking through and she liked that.  She reached under her
shirt and felt her nipples and they were rock hard, which kind of surprised
her.  Then she went ahead and twisted and pulled each one with a sign of
pleasure, even though it hurt like hell.

   Aimee walked out of her apartment and Mr.  Parson walked over to start
up his car.  Backing out of the garage, Aimee was standing there waiting
for him.  Aimee got in with a big `ol smile, and sat herself down like an
eager kid going to get an ice cream.  As he backed out of the yard and
approached the stop sign, Mr.  Parson made the comment, "Nice nipples,
Aimee."

   Aimee was so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl under the seat.  But
at the same time, she could hear the voice in her head screaming YES!  YES!
They drove towards the nicer side of town and were now passing some
boutiques and strip malls.  Aimee had no idea as to where they were headed,
so each shop that she saw she thought would be the one.  Mr.  Parson put
the blinker on and turned right.  Going about half a block, he pulled into
the curb.  Looking around she didn't see anything initially.  Then a couple
of Girls came out of a building and were giggling.  There were several cars
parked up and down the street; however, there was really no one in sight.
Mr.  Parson got out of the car so Aimee did the same.  Walking up to the
place where the two Girls had come from, Aimee could see a small sign on
the door: `Skool Daze N Blaze'.

   Mr.  Parson opened the door for Aimee and they both entered the hidden
store.  Once inside Aimee was quite bewildered by what she saw as she
looked around.  On one wall, there was all kinds of clothing, much like
what Aimee and Mr.  Parson had enjoyed viewing and commenting on when they
had thumbed through the various magazines.  On another wall, it appeared to
be set for what Aimee would call the leather crowd.  On another, there were
boots and shoes of all sorts and stockings and lace.  The store was far
from deserted.  Here was a couple, then another couple, although they both
appeared to be Girls dressed in Goth style, with really heavy makeup.  As
they were walking up one aisle, Aimee caught sight of a Lady walking
towards them.  She exclaimed loudly, as most everyone in the small store
should have been able to hear her, "Lord Almighty!  Is that you Bill
Parson? Get over here and give me a kiss and a hug!"

   Looking over at Mr.  Parson, Aimee could see a huge smile on his face,
like he had just found a long-lost friend.  Meeting somewhere in between
the two engaged and hugged like two long lost lovers.  Mr.  Parson's back
was to Aimee so the new "Lady" caught Aimee staring at her.  The Lady let
go of Mr.  Parson and spoke to him again.  "Is this one yours Bill?"

   As the Lady approached Aimee found herself at a loss.  `Is this one
yours Bill?' kept echoing in her mind.  I mean, she thought, I am not a
piece of chattel or anything!  The next thing Aimee knew, the one Lady had
put her hand out to her.

   "Hi, I'm Blaze, welcome to my little part of the world."

   The Lady was definitely a distinctive looking one.  Her hair was cut
short and chic, and it was no cheap haircut either.  Large loop earrings
dangled from her ears, a beautiful choker wrapped her throat, and a silk
top that clung to a set of full and lifted pair of breasts, adorned her. 
Her low cut pants were tapered short and tight above the ankles.  Then she
was supported by what must have been a pair of four inch stilettos.  Aimee
had not initially noticed, but the Lady must have stood close to six feet
tall, though it was hard to determine with the heels and the way that she
was dressed.  It was also hard to determine her age...  she was easily
pushing thirty but could have been closer to fifty.  She did look like she
could have easily been on a glamour magazine.

   "Blaze, this is Aimee, Aimee, this is Blaze." Still holding on to
Aimee's hand, she now shook it harder but this time with both hands.

   "So good to meet you Aimee!" Then turning around, she addressed Mr. 
Parson.

   "Well Bill where have you been?  It was like you just fell off the face
of the Earth.  A lot of people have been asking about you, and no one knew
where you had gone."

   "I'm still in the same place that I have owned for nearly thirty years.
I guess you could say that I kind of took a sabbatical of sorts."

   Stepping back, Blaze quickly gave Aimee the up and down eye approval. 
"So this is your `getting out' new Girl, Bill?  You still got good taste I
must say." Aimee was not sure whether to continue blushing or be insulted
again.  She was not a piece of chattel, yet she also had to admit that she
was loving the compliments.

   "Actually Blaze, she is someone new to the lifestyle, so I brought her
by here as I knew you could fix her up just right.  We are going to a small
party at Richard's tonight."

   "Ok so this is your new Daughter I assume."

   "No, not officially anyway.  Like I said, I want to take her tonight,
show her around, and let her decide what she might or might not like."

   "I think it might be more like show her off, Bill.  She's got my mouth
watering, and I am not really into the same stuff that you are." Reaching
out, she took Aimee's hand again.  "Come on sweetie, I think I got exactly
what you are looking for."

   Aimee had no clue what she was looking for.  She turned to look at Mr.
Parson, who in turn waved her to follow Blaze.  Walking to one of the
walls, Aimee could see that it was mostly about Daughters, or at least that
is what she assumed.  On the one wall, it read: `Skool Daze' and then
further on: `Spring Break and Naughty Times' and `Intimate Apparel' and so
forth.  Blaze stopped and turned to Mr.  Parson, while now taking Aimee's
other hand.  Aimee was a bit put off by the touching.  She had never really
held hands with a man, much less an older Lady, but this attention did feel
good she had to admit.

   "Anything in particular you looking to get your Daughter dressed in
Bill?" Again, Aimee felt a bit repulsed.  She was not anyone's property,
why did this Lady keep talking like she was?

   "We've looked through some magazines and such, Blaze.  I think for now,
initially, as this will be her first event, how about the basic school Girl
image?  You know, the white over the knee socks, an ultra short tartan
plaid skirt, a sheer reveling top...  and of course, some black Mary Jane
pumps."

   "Bill, you old geezer, you never change!  That is the basic tried and
true outfit most every Daughter or young Girl wants to start off in.  Sit
and relax, Bill, I will have her fixed up in no time."

   Blaze grabbed Aimee by the arm again and was rushing up and down aisles,
stopping every once in a while to give Aimee the visual up and down.  She
pulled out a top and what Aimee assumed was supposed to be a skirt.  Then
stopping at the shoe department, she asked Aimee what size shoes she wore.
The next thing Aimee knew, they were headed to the back of the store. 
Aimee could see the sign: `Adult Toys and Novelties'.  Was this Lady,
Blaze, getting her some of that stuff as well?  Then right next to that
door, was another with a small sign that read: `Dressing Room, Unisex'. 
They both went in and Blaze put the items down on a bench and turned to
face Aimee.

   "Well take them off sweetie." Aimee was not totally sure what Blaze
meant, although she really did.  "Your clothes honey, take them off...  you
know, get naked?  Don't tell me you don't know about getting naked if you
have been with Bill."

   Aimee was a bit confused.  Were there two different Bills and she did
not know the other one?  Aimee dropped her hand and unbuttoned her pants
and let them slide to the floor and then kicked off her flip flops and
stepped back out of her pants.  Now becoming a bit embarrassed, she felt
that Blaze was ogling at her as she began to take off her short top.  Blaze
sat back and looked directly at a naked Aimee.  Aimee wanted to cover
herself up, but she also knew that she needed to get used to this state of
dress.  Or was it undress?  she reminded herself.

   "Back up a bit sweetie, spread your feet some, and put your hands behind
your back." Aimee did as she was told, though now she really felt like an
item being inspected in a Petri dish.  "I can't believe this Aimee!  I mean
your bush, it is so beautiful, like a fiery mound waiting to be taken. 
Bill does not have you smoothly shaven like almost every single Daddy out
there...  unbelievable." Blaze took a pair of cotton panties from the bunch
of clothes and tossed them to the side.  "I don't believe you will be
wearing these tonight, but I will send a couple of pair home with you, lest
Bill have a change of mind later.  Lordy lordy, is Bill going to be the
envy of everyone tonight.  Here try these on and let's get started in
making you a desirable Daughter for Bill."

   Aimee barely caught the socks as she still had her hands clasped behind
her back.  She found a seat and began putting them on.  She had never worn
a pair of socks like these, but immediately Aimee was already feeling
sexier.  Next was the so called skirt.  Aimee looked in the mirror and saw
where it barely covered her pubic mound.  She knew that one move and her
ginger hair would be exposed.

   "Turn around, Aimee and look in the mirror, and see what your cute
little bubble butt does to that tartan skirt." Aimee did as she was told
and had to admit that it did amplify her ass much like so many of the girls
in those magazines.  Aimee was now beyond happy and excited.  Getting up
Blaze walked towards her with the sheer blouse.  "You pump them much
sweetie?" Aimee gave her a confused look.  "You know, your nipples.  I
imagine you must pump them once, or most likely, twice a day.  Mind if I
touch one?"

   Aimee was confused and shook her head both in a `no' and `yes' motion at
the same time.  Then Blaze took the `yes' as approval and gently took one
nipple in her fingers and softly caressed it.  "My gawd Girl!  Those
erasers must be at least three quarters of an inch long.  When did you
start pumping them?"

   "I've never pumped them or done anything with them.  That's just the way
they are naturally."

   "Well there ain't nothing natural about them in my opinion.  If you were
mine, they would be pierced with at least a ten gauge, maybe even thicker.
Here try this top on." Aimee did as she was told.  Blaze made some
adjustments here and there.  Blaze stood back and admired her work and then
shook her head.  "You got the perfect hair for this Aimee, let me put it in
some simple braids really quick."

   Using her fingers, she quickly and deftly had two braids made.  "Now sit
while I put your shoes on for you." Again, Aimee did as she was told. 
Blaze knelt with one shoe in hand.  Aimee was now very self-conscious as to
how vulnerable she must look.  Trying not to be too obvious, Aimee found
herself squeezing her knees shut.  "Relax Girl, you will most definitely be
on display tonight so get used to it.  Besides I wouldn't mind getting
another peek or two at that hot, unshaven fire between your legs." Aimee
took it as a compliment, but was still unsure as to how she was supposed to
relax.

   "Ok now, stand up and parade yourself to the mirror." Aimee got up and
wobbled and almost fell.  Blaze grabbed a hold of her.  "Been a while since
you've worn any high heels?"

   "I have never worn a pair, this is a first for me.  Actually, all of
this is a first for me.  If you really want to know I am still a virgin"

   "Yea right and I am the Pope of Greenwich Village," Blaze snorted at
Aimee.

   "No I promise, I really am."

   "Listen Girl, I hope you are not trying to pull a fast one on Bill.  He
is a very well respected member of the community, and such BS will not be
tolerated by most of us."

   Aimee now felt bad as well as confused.  She was only being truthful
with Blaze, and now wished that she had kept her mouth shut.  Not knowing
what to do, a rather dumb `inspiration' came upon Aimee.  Leaning against
the wall Aimee spread her legs a bit and told Blaze, "Hey have a feel if
you don't believe me.  I really do have a cherry.  Stick your finger in
there...  but please don't bust it."

   There was not much Blaze had not experienced in her bizarre sexual ways.
Then this was truly a first.  Feeling a Girl out to find her cherry?  She
had taken many young and not so young cherry asses, but a virgin cunt... 
this was a new one for her.  Walking up to Aimee, Blaze made direct and
stern eye contact with her.  Reaching down she quickly found that thick red
bush that she was craving.  Touching and rubbing Aimee's bush, Blaze wanted
to go immediately to her knees and taste it and give it a licking like
Aimee would never forget.  Going a little lower, Blaze could feel that
Aimee was somewhat damp, well actually soaking wet.

   "You gotta be kidding me, kid!  Your cunt's dripping your juices and you
claim to be virgin?"

   "I promise just stick your finger in there and you'll see."

   Blaze was going to try Aimee's cunt out whether she was instructed to or
not.  Using her middle finger, she slowly and easily penetrated the cunt,
which felt so warm and tight.  Now Blaze could feel her own juices starting
to drip.  There was nothing that pleased Blaze more than having young Girls
at her mercy to play with.  Digging her finger a bit deeper Blaze felt a
slight blockage.  Pushing slightly Blaze felt where it was a bit elastic.
Then Blaze also remembered Aimee's plea not to bust it.  Blaze took her
finger out of Aimee's cunt and smelled it and then sucked it clean.  " Wow
Girl!  You weren't shitting me...  you ARE a virgin and gawd!  Your juices
taste divine."

   Aimee felt a bit of relief and smiled, but she also had enjoyed the
slight intimacy that Blaze had shown her.  "Yea I'm kind of starting to
like the way I taste, too." Aimee replied.

   Blaze gave her a light kiss on the lips.  "Well unfortunately time is
not on our side, well at least not right now, but trust me our paths will
cross again and soon I hope.  We had best get outside and show Mr.  Parson
what his Daughter will be looking like tonight.  You are a natural sweetie,
trust me on that one." Using both hands, Blaze led Aimee to the front of
the mirror.  "Look at yourself, you look spectacular.  Things don't go good
between you and Bill, come back and visit me, and you will get a place and
a lot of attention here.  Now when you go back to Bill's this afternoon,
practice walking in these things.  Use a wall to balance yourself.  After
fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour at most, you'll be walking as natural
as most of them hookers on Railroad Street." Aimee did not know whether to
take that as a compliment or an insult.  "Come on, let's see what Bill
might think of his prize."

   Aimee wobbled out into the area where Bill was sitting.  Putting the
magazine down, Bill stood and Blaze went to stand by his side.  "Well, what
do you think Bill?" Blaze asked.

   "Perfect, simply perfect!  I think that she will fit right in tonight,
don't you Blaze?"

   "Fit right in my ass, she needs to be put on a pedestal for all to
enjoy. And that red bush Bill...  I can't believe that you didn't shave it,
but gawd!  Is it one of the hotter ones that I have ever seen or what, and
her nipples...  where did you find this Girl?"

   Aimee felt cheap again but not nearly as cheap as earlier.  Soon they
found themselves headed back home.  Bags were in the trunk and a few other
accessories had been bought as well.  "Feeling ok Aimee?" Aimee looked at
Bill.  She was almost feeling ecstatic; with a huge grin she nodded `yes'.
Mr.  Parson reached over and gave her knee a loving squeeze.

   A few minutes later they turned into the grocery store that they had
visited earlier in the week.  Turning his car off, Mr.  Parson looked at
Aimee to kind of update her as to why they were stopping.  "The Club
generally has a get together once a month.  A lot of them are at Richard's,
while sometimes we might go to a park or out of town for what we call a
drive to.  So, at private residences, it is dress as you dare once inside.
At the public ones, sometimes you can be a bit risqué, but we do need to
mind our manners.  None of us needs to be arrested for what most would call
indecent exposure or anything sex related.

   "So at each of these get together's, each couple is expected to take a
dish to share.  Since this is so late planned, time is short for us so we
will purchase something.  However, should you opt to attend another one, I
will insist that a freshly made dish is provided." Mr.  Parson reached over
and opened his door and got out.  Looking across the roof of his car he
waited for Aimee to emerge.  She did as she should.  She seemed to be
learning fast, and that pleased Mr.  Parson.

   Once inside the store they walked to the deli section.  They had not
opted to stop for a basket as only one item would be purchased.  Looking at
the many side dishes, Mr.  Parson opted for a green pea salad as well as a
tuna salad.  Walking to the checkout, Aimee picked up another case of
water. Then Mr.  Parson remembered being out of juice.  All in all, with
arms filled, they managed to make it to the checkout all in one piece.

   Parking the car in the garage, Aimee quickly gathered all her new stuff,
while Mr.  Parson tried to handle most of the groceries.  He was unable so
he left the water behind.  Once inside the kitchen everything was put on
the table.  Aimee went to go outside to get her water that Mr.  Parson had
paid for.  "Hold up a bit Aimee, you look overly dressed for the occasion."

   Aimee was still in a bit of a mental sexual frenzy, having brought all
of her new stuff inside.  Aimee stepped back for Mr.  Parson to view as she
stripped.  Undoing her pants she let them drop much like in the dressing
room earlier.  Without hesitation, she took off her short T top.  Mr. 
Parson had a rather nice smile on his face.  Well...  Aimee thought.  It
was nice because it looked a bit nasty as well.

   "Well shoes will be optional this time Aimee, now go get your water."

   "With pleasure Mr.  Parson."

   Aimee got nearer Mr.  Parson and gave him a slightly wet kiss on the
cheek.  Mr.  Parson stood at the screen door, enjoying the view as her nice
tight ass did the natural shake that most all Ladies seemed to have. 
Although he did also think that Aimee might be exaggerating it a bit for
his pleasure, which was alright by him.  As she was returning, Mr.  Parson
could not get the view that he was wanting as the case of water was
covering up her ginger bush.  Oh well, Mr.  Parson thought.  Good things do
come in time.

   Mr.  Parson cleared a place on the table for Aimee to put the case of
water on.  Opening the door for Aimee, she went in and laid the water down.
"Thank You, Mr.  Parson, I had best start getting this stuff put up.  Mind
if I put some water in your fridge?"

   "Not at all Aimee, feel free to use it as you wish.  Then take your new
'wardrobe' and put it in the front room for later modeling."

   Aimee just looked at Mr.  Parson and smiled.  Then she felt that new
tingle return, and knew that she would be looking forward to "modeling" as
well as displaying herself for Mr.  Parson, and hopefully other eager eyes
later this evening.  Gosh what a royal slut I am turning into, Aimee
thought, enjoying every minute of it.

   Once everything was put in order Aimee glanced at Mr.  Parson with that
slight look in her eye.  "Ready for a little private showing Mr.  Parson?"

   Mr.  Parson was still enjoying the brief show that Aimee was putting on,
bending over, walking around the kitchen, as Aimee had opted to remain a
tease and not put anything back on.  Then Mr.  Parson saw zero reason to
complain.  Mr.  Parson walked into the front room without saying a word and
took his seat.

   Aimee was trying to feel confident yet she was also as nervous as all
get out.  Trying to sort the clothing out, Aimee pulled out the two pair of
white cotton panties that Blaze had insisted she buy.  "Blaze said you
would want me to wear these panties sometimes...  do you want me to put
them on now Mr.  Parson?"

   "Well Blaze does know me a bit too well, Aimee, and she is correct,
although now is not the time to be showing them off.  In time, hopefully
you will learn when it is "proper" to wear those panties.  For now, it is
usually my desire that you are as nude as is reasonable.  Except for
instances like this of course, where you are doing a private modeling."

   Aimee found herself blushing again and could have sworn that she felt
her pussy twitching as well.  She already knew that it was a given that her
nipples would be solid and standing at attention for anyone wishing to see
them.  Taking a seat, Aimee began to put on her new over the knee white
socks.  She could see Mr.  Parson's bright eyes as he enjoyed the view. 
Aimee opted to spread her legs a bit further apart.  Not like he had never
seen between a Girl's legs, but this was going to be a first as far as
Aimee was concerned, for both of them.  Aimee put on the sheer top and was
happy to see her nipples poking through.  Then the extra short tartan skirt
that Mr.  Parson so insisted she wear.  Then bending over Aimee, was doing
her best to get her Mary Jane pumps on and strapped.  Aimee stood and
looked at Mr.  Parson.  Arms extended Aimee did her best to make a smooth
turn around as she had seen many models do.  Still very clumsy in the
pumps, Aimee teetered a bit but managed to keep her balance fairly well. 
"You like Mr.  Parson?"

   "Like is an understatement Aimee.  Come here a bit closer, a couple of
simple things I would like to instruct you on." Aimee got to about four
feet in front of Mr.  Parson.

   "Yes Sir what do you wish to teach me?"

   "First spread your legs a bit.  Now there may be some wishing to see
what you are hiding under your so-called skirt.  So, reach down, a hand on
the front of each thigh, take hold of your short skirt and slowly lift it
for whoever has requested to see it."

   Aimee did as she was told and Mr.  Parson thought he was going to lunge
forward, he was so excited.  Finally, he had the upfront view of Aimee's
bush that he had been craving for several days now!  "Like that Mr. 
Parson?" Aimee was beaming with joy and had a big, proud grin on her face.

   "Perfect Aimee, such a splendid view and your enthusiasm makes it so
much better.  Nothing like a willing slut wishing to bear all for the
pleasure of others.  No offense made Aimee, but hopefully soon you will
find yourself becoming much more comfortable with a lot more of this.  Now
turn around and face the chair.  Good perfect, now bend over in about a
ninety-degree position.  Yes, yes, so good!  You are a quick learner
Aimee." Mr.  Parson was becoming so excited looking at the beautiful lips
of Aimee's cunt that he could feel an erection coming on.  "Now it will be
natural to find yourself bending over for many reasons Aimee.  Then you
will have the option of entertaining the voyeurs and there will be plenty.
So, you may opt to keep your legs closed like you have them now, or spread
them a bit more and offering more for display.  Of course, initially this
is always your option."

   Spreading her legs about shoulder width Aimee had just exposed her cunt
more and Mr.  Parson was trying to contain himself.  "Like this Mr. 
Parson?"

   "Yes of course like that Aimee!  You are going to be the Belle of the
Ball tonight I believe."

   "Do you really think that others may be interested in looking at me Mr.
Parson?"

   "Aimee right now you are clueless; as the night goes on you will be able
to much better grasp all of this.  Now I believe that Blaze had suggested
some wall hugging to adjust to your new pumps.  Why not try that for a bit
while I grab a beer out of the fridge?"

   Aimee looked around at Mr.  Parson and shook her tight ass at him.  Mr.
Parson got up and rushed to the fridge before he could feel a coronary
coming on.  Aimee practiced her walking for close to an hour.  Mr.  Parson
could see a bit of sweat building up on her lip so Mr.  Parson went and
fixed Aimee an ice water with a twist of lemon in it.  Mr.  Parson sat
comfortably sipping on his beer as Aimee was becoming more and more able to
navigate herself in the pumps through practice and more practice.

   "Aimee, you are going to wear yourself out with all of this practice,
but I will admit that you seem to be walking much more comfortably now. 
Then it is already five so why don't you take those shoes and over the knee
socks off before you give yourself some blisters.  Then once that it done I
would suggest that you go up stairs and lay on my bed and take a bit of a
nap.  There is a good chance that you will need some energy tonight in just
staying awake and semi active until midnight."

   Aimee had not forgotten in the least as to this party later.  Then Mr.
Parson was correct and Aimee should relax a bit and yes get some rest. 
Aimee ambled over...  actually it was more of a confident sashay than a
simple walk.  Sitting at the chair, Aimee slowly bent over making eye
contact with Mr.  Parson as she began removing her Mary Jane pumps.  Slowly
and almost seductively Aimee slid her over the knee socks off and laid them
across the chair.

   "I think you are right Mr.  Parson.  I did about wear myself out trying
to adjust to those heels.  Think I made any improvement there Mr.  Parson?"

   Aimee was fishing for a compliment or two and Mr.  Parson knew it. 
"Yes, Aimee you were looking most natural towards the end of your practice.
Now do as I asked and go upstairs and take a nap.  I will awake you when it
is time, now go."

   Aimee got up and walked to Mr.  Parson and another light yet lingering
kiss was planted on his cheek.  Turning to the hall Mr.  Parson watched as
Aimee approached the stairs as her fine tight ass did that same wiggle like
earlier today.  Does that Girl have any idea what she might be doing to the
people watching her?  Mr.  Parson mused.  Taking the last swig from his
beer, Mr.  Parson sat back and thought as how it would be good for him to
relax as well.  Waking up after a light nap, Mr.  Parson checked the clock
and saw it was now quickly approaching six.  He got up and went upstairs to
his bedroom.  Aimee was on her belly all spread out almost like some cheap
ad saying `come and get me and take what you want'.  Mr.  Parson knew that
if he was forty years younger, he would not have been able to resist her.
Instead Mr.  Parson stood at the doorway, to keep himself safe and sane. 
"Aimee, time to get up, we need to start getting ready to leave to the
party tonight."

   Aimee stirred a bit and rolled over, never bothering to close her legs.
Of course, her fiery bush immediately caught Mr.  Parson's attention.  Then
her outstanding nipples were sticking straight in the air, and the contrast
of her very pale skin and her ginger hair was striking.  Aimee appeared to
be gaining some confidence in her sexuality and that was good.  Then it
could also be used badly, Mr.  Parson knew.

   "Oh Mr.  Parson!  I was so sound asleep.  I did not realize how tired I
really was.  I guess all the excitement as to this evening had my blood
rushing a bit.  I had best go to my apartment and clean up...  what time do
you want me back here?"

   "No reason to go back to your apartment Aimee.  Go ahead and use my
shower, there are plenty of towels and shampoo and such.  Then I think that
when you do decide to get dressed, put on a new pair of socks, as your old
ones might be a bit sweaty.  I am going back downstairs to start arranging
things so get moving."

   Mr.  Parson turned and walked back downstairs.  There was very little
that needed to be done, but right now Mr.  Parson was thinking, I need
another beer.  Again he found himself shaking his head.  Just how much does
Aimee realize as to this lifestyle, her new found sexuality and where it
might take her?  Mr.  Parson reached to the back of the fridge and dug out
the last beer.  He made a mental note to pick some up on the way to the
party.  Sitting at the kitchen table Mr.  Parson was trying to put
everything in its proper order.

   About half way through his beer Aimee appeared at the kitchen entrance.
This time she was wearing a towel wrapped around her head and Mr.  Parson
did find her sexy as they come.  "I feel so much better now Mr.  Parson,
like I am now more alive and alert.  Thank you for letting me use your
shower."

   "Not a problem Aimee, then I had best get upstairs and take a shower
myself."

   "Had I known that, we could have taken a shower together...  that would
have been a first for me."

   Walking past Aimee, Mr.  Parson nodded and agreed with Aimee, but as he
was walking up the stairs, Mr.  Parson was thinking is that Girl trying to
take me to my grave early?  At 6:20 everything was in order and it was time
to head out.

   About a mile from Richard's was a drive-thru and Mr.  Parson could pick
up a twelve pack.  Aimee had her school girl uniform on that she might be
wearing the rest of the evening.  Mr.  Parson had told Aimee to wear the
denim shirt over her school girl top until they arrived at the party. 
Aimee had looked a bit disappointed in the idea.  Then at the drive-thru
Mr. Parson was sure that he had made the right decision as the clerk was
having trouble taking his eyes off Aimee and her pumps and over the knee
socks.

   Pulling into the driveway Aimee could feel a definite rush as her heart
was now beating faster and the lights and such almost felt intoxicating. 
"Well we're here Aimee, how do you feel?  Are you ready to learn and
experience many new things this evening?"

   "Mr.  Parson, I am not trying to be disrespectful but I am scared
shitless for lack of a better word." Mr.  Parson slapped his palm against
the steering wheel as he laughed.

   "Well everyone will know that there is a new Girl in town but I will be
there with you the entire way.  So relax and watch others and do your best
to enjoy yourself.  Everyone here has been vetted in some way, and we are
all safe and sane.  And yes, there will be a lot of kidding and joking and
such, but we are all also very respectful.  Now keep your chin up and let's
go introduce you to your new friends."

   Mr.  Parson waited for Aimee at the front of his car and Aimee quickly
joined him, and they both walked almost side by side to the front door. 
Ringing the door, there was perhaps a three second wait.  Once the door was
open, they could hear the crowd as it seemed like everyone was already
there and having a good time.

   "Bill!  It is so good to see you!  Richard had said that you had called,
but I told him I would not believe it until I saw you with my own two eyes.
Let me give you a hug and kiss, and please do pinch my fat ass like you
always used to do." Madge was Richard's wife and they had been married over
thirty years, and into the lifestyle as long as Bill could remember.  "Here
let me take your coat young Lady.  It will be plenty warm as the party
heats up, so no need to be wearing that thing." Madge took the food from
Aimee and Aimee took off the light coat.  Then Aimee and Madge switched
coat and food, and off Madge went to hang it in the guest closet.

   "Bill you old buzzard you did make it after all.  A lot of people here
wanting to see you, it has been too long in our opinion.  Then I do see
where you brought a guest and a rather young one it appears.  Bill, you are
an old timer and in good standings here yet you know the rules...  she is
legal, isn't she?"

   Mr.  Parson's eyes seemed to suddenly gleam with pride as he pulled out
Aimee's driver's license from his shirt pocket.  To be safe Mr.  Parson has
asked Aimee if they could tote it along, and now Aimee knew why.  Bill
could see Richard looking up and doing the math in his head.  "Twenty-two,"
Richard said to no one.  "Dressed like she is she could easily pass for
sixteen.  Good thing you brought her ID as others will be asking the same."
Handing the license back to Bill, Richard let out a slight whistle and a
nod of approval.

   Aimee was really confused right now.  First, she had felt insulted
because they were checking her ID, and then to top it off, he said she
looked like she was only sixteen.  Suddenly, Aimee did not like the way she
was dressed, or the fact that she looked like a school girl slut in front
of a bunch of dirty old perverts.  Then Madge suddenly appeared at
Richard's side and she had changed into something more comfortable, like a
pair of thigh high black sheer stockings and pumps much like Aimee was
wearing.  She also wore an open bra that exposed a rather large size pair
of nipples, and one set of very dark aureola that had caught Aimee's
attention, not to mention the thick piercings going through them.

   Now Aimee did not feel like such a cheap sixteen-year-old slut, even
though she knew that she was twenty-two, because there was now this fifty
something Lady looking like a total whore, with a nice big round ass and
she seemed to love showing it all off.  Now a sudden urge hit Aimee.  She
wanted to go into the front room and see what everyone else was wearing. 
Bill and Richard patted each other on the back and Bill grabbed Madge's ass
and pinched it.  She gave a nice squeal and then walked in to the room.  A
bit lost, Aimee quickly scooted and caught up Mr.  Parson as another couple
was fussing over him.  Walking up on Mr.  Parson's left side, Aimee quickly
caught a glare that did not at all seem welcoming to her.

   "OoooooooKaaaayyyy Bill...  so this is your new Daughter I presume?  A
bit young, isn't she?"

   Before Bill could respond, the man who Aimee assumed was the husband
quickly broke in.  "Oh my, Bill, she is a bit young.  What time is her
curfew, and do you have to get her back to her parent's house soon?"

   Aimee found herself becoming quite furious and found her blood was now
almost boiling.  Glancing at Mr.  Parson, she could see that he was
seething at bit as well.  Feeling a tug on her side, Aimee turned to find a
rather nice looking plump Lady wearing short little pigtails.

   "Hey here let me take that to the table with all the other food."
Reaching out, she took the two dishes that had been brought.  Aimee looked
at Mr.  Parson who quickly nodded his approval and Aimee spotting the large
table with a couple of people around it headed that way with this Lady at
her side.  "Here let me see what you and Bill brought.  Used to be when
Bill's wife was alive, everyone always wanted to see what creative dish she
would be bringing each month.  Oh!  Excuse me, most around here call me
Mizz Susie for reasons that you may soon learn." Taking both dishes in hand
she placed one by some ham and another by a salad.  "As always Bill seems
to bring just the right thing.  This will go great with the sliced ham and
this is a nice salad side.  I am not sure what everyone was thinking this
month, so much sweets and desserts, and not enough real food in my
opinion." Standing back a bit, Suzie opened her arms and said, "Well as you
can see I don't miss many meals anyway.  So, tell me what is your name?"

   Aimee's mind was spinning a bit; first the rude lady and man and now the
whirlwind introduction.  Remembering her manners, Aimee stuck her hand out
and said, "I'm Aimee, nice to meet you...  aah...  Suzie."

   Suzie laughed and gently pushed Aimee's hand aside.  "Here, here, we
ain't that formal.  Give me a nice warm hug that Mizz Suzie can enjoy."
Before Aimee could respond she felt Suzie's arms around her, and yes it was
a nice warm embrace.  Aimee could see Suzie peering to Aimee's side.  "I
can't believe that Bill is stuck talking to those uppity Clantons.  They
think they are so much better than everyone else, and are just here to
snoop and pry into everyone's business.  I have no clue as to why Richard
and the others even allow them in the house!"

   Suzie stood back a bit and eyed Aimee again.  "Turn for me I want to see
your backside as well.  Do a nice pose like any good schoolgirl would,"
Suzie insisted.  Aimee felt a bit of embarrassment coming on her, but she
was also liking the charm and more of this Mizz Suzie.  Aimee slowly turned
and waited for a few seconds and then turned again to face Suzie.  "Oh, my
Lord!  What a sweet and precious thing you are.  Of course, I would expect
no less from Bill, he has always shown excellent taste in his Ladies.  So
how long have you and Bill...  well you know, been an item?"

   Aimee found herself a bit dumbstruck by the compliments Suzie seemed to
be pouring upon her.  Then her question `been an item'...  How was Aimee
supposed to answer that?  "Well Thank you, Mizz Suzie, for all the
compliments, but I am really not used to them.  As far as being `an item'
for Mr.  Parson, let's just say this is all a new learning process for me."

   Suzie went close to Aimee again, about cheek to cheek.  "Aimee mind if I
give your fine ass a nice pinch?"

   "Not at all Mizz Suzie if that is what you desire." Aimee was now
starting to really enjoy all this positive attention, and quickly learning
that the touch of a Lady was also a welcomed one.  Aimee felt Suzie's soft
hand as it caressed her available butt, and then the sharp yet soft pinch
as Suzie took some skin between her fingers.  Suzie backed off a bit and
poured another admiring look over Aimee.  "Well does Bill allow you to do
sleepovers?" Aimee was now quite puzzled with the question, and Suzie could
see the confusion in her eyes.  "I know, I know, maybe a bit premature for
that, but later I will talk to Bill as to the possibility...  assuming you
are open to it Aimee?" Aimee was a bit nervous with the question and gave
Suzie kind of `we will see' look and smile.  "There!  Bill got rid of those
pesky `ol Clanton's.  Let's go see and you can meet the new couple that
Bill is flirting with."

   Suzie took Aimee's hand and they were now walking across the room. 
Aimee could see Mr.  Parson engaged in conversation with another couple. 
Mr.  Parson seemed to be a very well known and a respected member of this
elite group, Aimee surmised.  Glancing their way, Aimee could see that Mr.
Parson was glad to see her back.  In a kidding tone, he looked at Suzie and
said, "Well it's nice of you to bring my wayward Daughter back Suzie, Thank
You."

   "Not a problem Bill.  She is gorgeous.  Your fine taste always shines
through.  I had best get back to keeping things organized, lest I lose my
job.  And oh Bill, should I do well, my big butt would welcome a nice OTK
before the evening is over." Not awaiting a reply, Suzie turned and rushed
off to the dinner table.  Aimee found herself confused again.

   "What's an OTK?" she asked.

   "Aimee this is a couple of old and dear friends.  This is Darla and her
husband, Jim Singleton." This time extending her hand, Aimee found the Lady
quickly clasping it and giving her a warm and welcoming smile.

   "Nice to meet you Aimee, I'm Darla." Aimee was trying to "size" up Darla
as she let go of her hand.  She appeared to be in her early thirties or
possibly in her late twenties.  She was definitely eye candy that would
turn many heads, both male and female.  She appeared to be balancing on six
inch stilettos with a pair of black sheer hose with Cuban heels that ran
all the way up her shapely legs.  She had on a very short leather skirt
with a silver chain was wrapped around it.  Although she seemed a bit
petite, Darla was wearing what appeared to be a custom-made bra like thing
with a leather fringe, that was attempting to hold in a pair of oversized
breasts just begging to pop out.  Aimee could not help but wonder, was
Darla naturally gifted with them or had she had her originals enhanced a
bit?

   Feeling a firmer, warm hand grasping hers, Aimee quickly turned to the
steely blue eyes of Mr.  Singleton.  "A pleasure Aimee, any friend of
Bill's is a friend of ours, as we all know that Bill has both good taste as
well as knows good character." Now it was time for Aimee to briefly ogle at
Mr.  Singleton.  Or should I call him Jim?  she thought to herself.  There
were the blue eyes that could easily be mesmerizing, should one be allowed
to gaze into them too long.  His hair was salt and pepper and she could see
that it was professionally cut.  His nails seemed to be manicured as well.
A well to do couple, Aimee decided.  Then he also was sporting a nice tan.
He must be a golf or tennis player.  Aimee put his age at the early
sixties. Then from the back of Aimee's mind came a brief sigh of relief. 
Here was a couple with an obvious age difference...  maybe thirty plus
years?  Aimee was relieved and now did not feel so out of place.  Gently
pulling her hand back, Aimee could feel the gaze from both the Singletons,
but it was a welcomed one as well.

   All of them stood around and made idle chat for a while.  A bit as to
the nice weather, of course something on politics and nothing serious. 
"Excuse me, but I do need to go to the Ladies room," Darla said softly. 
"Would you be so kind enough to accompany me Aimee?"

   Aimee had never really gotten the idea of Girls having to go with
someone else when it was time to use the restroom.  Then all through grade
school and graduation and even now in college, most Girls wanted someone to
accompany them to do nature's natural business.  Looking at Mr.  Parson,
Aimee got his nod of approval.  Then she felt Darla's small hand take hers
and off she lead Aimee to another room and then the bathroom.  The door was
shut so Darla gently knocked.  After a few seconds and no response, Darla
opened the bathroom door and they both entered.  Without a word, Darla
quickly sat on the toilet and spread her legs.  A couple of seconds later,
Aimee could hear the splash as Darla's pee hit the water in the toilet
bowl. Aimee found all of this a bit awkward; yet at the same time it was
sending a nasty sexual tingle up and down her spine.  Taking some toilet
paper to wipe, Darla smiled at her and flushed the toilet.  Standing and
facing Aimee, Darla said, "Now it's your turn, Aimee."

   Aimee had never used the restroom in front of anyone else, and besides
she was too nervous to go, especially in front of her new-found friend.  "I
don't need to go right now, Darla," Aimee said in hopes of it being a dead
subject.

   "I understand," Darla responded.  "Later, should you need to go, find me
and I will accompany you here." Darla gave what Aimee thought was a nasty
smile.  Aimee was a bit lost there, yet she also was feeling a bit excited
and knew not why.  Darla took her hand again and opened the bathroom door.
"Come on before those men of ours find another Girl to pick up on." Aimee
could not picture anyone straying from the likes of Darla.  Then as far as
Mr.  Parson...  were they really `an item'?

   "Good to see you Girls back," Jim said.  "Let's go get a bit to eat
before everything is gone." Aimee stood aside as Jim and Darla went towards
the food laden table.  Aimee stood at Mr.  Parson's side and they walked to
the table.  Looking at various couples around the room, Aimee could see
some using some sort of protocol and some not...  or at least that was the
way it looked to Aimee's still untrained eye.  Mr.  Parson stopped and
stood back a bit and Aimee felt rather awkward.  Looking around at the
table and back to Mr.  Parson, Aimee's dim light bulb seemed to flicker a
bit.

   "Am I to serve you Mr.  Parson?"

   "Yes, that would be nice Aimee." Pointing off to the side Mr.  Parson
said, "I will be sitting at that recliner once my plate is prepared."

   Aimee felt a bit stunned, as she had shared a few meals with Mr.  Parson
the last few days, but was unsure as how his plate should be "prepared". 
Grabbing a rather nice dish, Aimee made her way up and down the table
putting a bit of everything on the plate to where it looked overfull.  Not
sure what to do Aimee looked at Mr.  Parson, who was seated and talking to
one slutty looking Lady.  If she didn't have the word `slut' written all
over her, then no one did, Aimee thought.  Then Aimee was also now enjoying
the idea of being around a lot of slutty little Girls.

   "Here you go Mr.  Parson." Aimee handed Mr.  Parson the plate and a
napkin and the silverware.

   "Thank you, Aimee, now get me a glass of ice tea, no sugar or lemon. 
Also, another napkin, as this is quite the plate you prepared me."

   Aimee felt a bit embarrassed by the last comment, but turned and went to
do as she was told.  Returning with the glass of ice tea and napkin, Aimee
saw where the one slut was now chatting with another couple.  "Thank you,
Aimee, now you may prepare yourself a plate, and get a drink as well,
should you desire."

   "Thank You." Aimee replied and returned to the table.  Mr.  Parson
continued to eat as he enjoyed the awesome view that Aimee was providing.
Then so much pride was surging in Mr.  Parson, as he could see many others
almost gawking at the sexual, yet innocent beauty, that Aimee was
portraying.  Well with the possible exception of Mrs.  Clanton...  and he
could really care less about that snobby bitch.

   Using his left index finger, Mr.  Parson pointed to the floor and said,
"You may sit'." Aimee was unsure as to how she was going to do this
balancing act.  Then, fortunately, her plate was only half full and not
overflowing as Mr.  Parson's had been.  Once Aimee then managed to sit
sideways and make herself comfortable, she heard Mr.  Parson's voice again.
"You may eat Aimee."

   They sat in relative silence, both doing one overs and viewing the many
people mingling about.  Aimee ate all of her food while not really tasting
any of it.  Aimee was a bit mesmerized as to where she was, what was going
on, and the clothes worn and her acceptance, as well as comfort in how she
was portraying herself.  She even felt a bit of pride in being dressed as
she was.  Finishing her plate Aimee quickly got up as Mr.  Parson's empty
plate was now laying in his lap, his glass of tea gone and two crumbled
napkins there among the silverware.

   "May I take your plate and glass Sir?" Aimee asked.

   "I will keep my glass, Aimee, it has some ice that I may find myself
chewing on.  You know how it is when you are young and sexually frustrated
don't you?" Mr.  Parson smiled and laughed a bit.  Aimee was not sure as
how to take that comment.  When she returned, Mr.  Parson was up and
talking to a rather large black man with what appeared to be a young white
Girl in tow being led with a collar and leash.  The young Girl was wearing
a pair of five inch heels and some red thigh highs and nothing else.  Well,
she did have on a rather large smile and seemed to be proud to be standing
with this man.

   "Aimee, this is George and his slave Daughter, Jana." Again they shook
hands and pleasantries were shared.  Aimee could feel George's eyes upon
her, almost burning her pale skin.  Then Jana's skin was just as ashen, and
she did not seem to be bearing any burn marks.

   "Mr.  Parson I will say that you do have some excellent taste.  She is
one fine specimen of the human anatomy.  Maybe one day I may be able to
share a bit with her?"

   Mr.  Parson smiled, his pride beaming through.  "Yes, George, one day we
may see." Jana looked at George and asked, "May I speak with Aimee, Sir?"

   "Of course Jana, actually Mr.  Parson and I do have a small business
matter that we need to discuss."

   Aimee pictured Jana to be about her age, and George in his mid forties.
Again, an age gap so Aimee felt more comfortable and relaxed again.  Mr. 
Parson had huddled off to a corner and appeared to be talking business.

   "Aimee, I love your shoes, where did you get them at?"

   Aimee was kind of brain dead right then, and said she could not remember
the name of the store, but said the owner's name was Blaze.

   "Ok, Blaze.  Most everyone in this circle knows Blaze.  Have you spent
any time with her?"

   Aimee had not...  or had she?  So Aimee tried to kind of skirt the
question a bit.  "Well she helped to get me this outfit, saying that Mr. 
Parson would approve of it."

   "Oh gawd!  You are so hot Aimee.  Everyone has been talking about you
all night.  In a good way, as everyone here has such respect for Mr. 
Parson, and they knew he would find a good Daughter sooner or later."
Again, the question arose and Aimee found herself asking, Am I Mr. 
Parson's Daughter, will I ever be?  Then common sense kicked in.  Aimee
told herself, one thing at a time and first learn and go slowly...  much
like both the book and Mr.  Parson had told her.

   Jana and Aimee talked for a few minutes first about Blaze and how she
loved to corrupt young Girls.  Of course, Jana did throw in as to how she
had always had wonderful experiences under Blaze.  Now Aimee was asking
herself as to `what does under' mean.  Then the subject went to school and
studies.  Jana was going to a local community college but was unsure as to
a degree.  She had just gotten her GED and about six months ago, George had
taken her in and was now instructing her as to his ways, and she was
learning and loving the lifestyle.  Mr.  Parson and George returned and the
conversation continued much like any normal conversation.  Only most
everyone...  well the Girls actually...  were in some state of undress.

   Then there was a slight hustle and rumble through the crowd.  Most
everyone was looking at the entrance, and in stepped two young beautiful
young black Ladies, followed by a tall white man probably close to seventy.
He was wearing what most would describe a plantation type of hat and
carrying a riding crop.

   "Well if it ain't old man Mason and the Cotton twins!  He ain't never
been on time to an event ever, and when he does arrive, he has to showboat
everything." Side by side, the Cotton twins walked in and Mr.  Mason smiled
and walked behind them like he was some type of royalty.  Mr.  Parson
chuckled and nodded his head as he agreed with George.

   Aimee was totally lost and looked back at George, who was just grinning.
Then there was Jana and her jaw dropped half slack.  Now looking at Mr. 
Parson he just smiled and winked at Aimee.  "This will be good conversation
over a glass of wine, Aimee." That said Aimee turned back to see the mini
spectacle.

   "Yup, ever since we had that record money for donation last year,`cuz of
the slave auction, old man Mason thinks it was his two slaves that made all
the money.  Then of course the bid was times two, so who knows?" George was
sure having a good time eating up the show, as were many others.  After a
few minutes, much of the hoopla had gone and Daughters and sluts and all
kinds of people were just socializing and enjoying themselves.

   People came and went.  Aimee was able to meet a lot more people; most
she liked, though there were a couple that she knew she would need to
avoid. Some wore really interesting outfits, many that Aimee hoped to be
able to wear for Mr.  Parson and hopefully, should things go right, one
prospective Daddy.  Aimee was now really getting into this, not just on the
physical level, but the mental too, was now playing such a huge bit also.
Out of the corner of her eye Aimee caught Darla approaching her.  Aimee
liked Darla so she turned to face her with a nice smile.

   "Well Aimee, I gotta go again...  how about you?"

   Aimee knew what Darla was referring to but she was also unsure.  She
kind of did but kind of didn't, so she simply shrugged her shoulders in
kind of like a `I don't know" gesture, and made a similar face.

   "Well either way, come with me.  That Clanton man kind of gives me the
creeps.  He's been giving me the eye, and I don't want to be anywhere near
him." Mr.  Parson had overheard everything and nudged Aimee on the shoulder
a bit and said, "Go ahead, I will be here when you come back."

   Darla took Aimee's hand and made a return trip to the bathroom.  This
time the bathroom door was open so they both went in and Darla quickly shut
the door.  "Geesh Girl, I gotta go so bad I thought I was going to burst!
How come you ain't had to go tinkle yet?" As Aimee was starting to shrug
her shoulders again, she could hear a more commanding splash as Darla's pee
hit the water in the toilet.  Letting out a sigh of relief, Darla was now
smiling.  "Not many better feelings, than just going when the time calls is
there."

   Aimee was a bit confused, but the thought of many things was now
clouding her mind.  Not really confusing her, but she was a bit clouded
even so.  Darla wiped and flushed as she stood up.  "Well, it's your turn
darling, I won't hold you up by hogging the toilet."

   "I don't think that I need to go yet, maybe later."

   "What?  You still don't have to go?  I've been spying on you and I saw
you drink two glasses of tea.  You ain't one of those androgynous types or
a transsexual or something like that...  are you?"

   Aimee was getting a bit bugged by the pestering from Darla.  "No!  I am
not one of those...  whatever you are saying.  I'm just a normal Girl that
doesn't need to use the restroom right now!"

   "Lift your skirt up, I want to be sure that you ain't got one of those
little boy cocks hidden under there."

   Aimee had nothing to prove and this was bothering her.  Then she
thought, Ok what harm would it do?  Others had recently seen it so why stop
now?  Much like Mr.  Parson had instructed her, Aimee lifted the front of
her skirt.

   "Oh my Lord Aimee!" was all Darla said and she was on her knees.  "Can I
touch it sweetie?"

   Aimee nodded `yes'; she had enjoyed it when Blaze touched her, so why
not?  Darla's fingers were gently running through Aimee's thick red bush
and Darla was loving it.  "My old man would go crazy if he ever saw this.
What we wouldn't give to spend some "quality" time with you, sweetie."

   About that time there was a knock on the door.  "Anyone in there?"

   "Yup!  Hold on a second, be right out." Darla flushed the toilet and
then turned the water on in the sink.  She started whispering into Aimee's
ear all the sweet and nasty nothings that both were enjoying hearing. 
Pulling back a bit and taking Aimee by her pony tails, Darla gave her a
nice wet kiss, and then managed to get her tongue halfway down Aimee's
throat.

   Another bang on the door was followed by, "please hurry up I am about to
piss my leg right here!" Aimee turned the faucet off and opened the door.
It was one of the Ladies that Aimee had not met yet.  Then it appeared
obvious that she knew Darla.  "I should have known you would have snuck in
here with the new red head.  Hey enjoy her, but leave some for me."

   They went out the door and back into the front room.  Aimee thought that
maybe she had been saved by the bell...  or was it the knock on the door?
Or did she now want to be saved at all?  Things were quickly changing and
Aimee was loving it all.  The night seemed to be rapidly passing in front
of Aimee's eyes.  She continued to meet new people.  Share a story here and
there.  Watch and learn and most of all, really enjoy herself.  As the
night went on couples started to leave.  A few had long drives, then some
were leaving together as they were planning private late night parties.  As
the crowd dwindled, Susie walked up to Mr.  Parson and Aimee and some light
idle chat was shared.  Susie had cleaned up most of the food area and
straightened out the chairs and such.

   "Well Bill, do you think that I did a decent job tonight?"

   Mr.  Parson looked directly at Suzie and responded.  "Well of course you
did Susie.  Are you ready for a bit of a reward for all the time and effort
that you put into making this a fun evening for everyone?"

   Susie was turning a slight shade of pink as she began to blush.  "Are
you teasing me Bill?"

   "Is the spare bedroom available?"

   "Of course it is!  I just finished checking on it not fifteen minutes
ago."

   "Then let's go see if my OTK skills are still what they used to be."

   Mr.  Parson turned and looked at Aimee and then told her.  "Come on, you
might want to watch this and maybe learn a thing or two on good behavior."
Susie took Bill's arm while Aimee followed behind.  Susie opened the door
and turned the light on.  Aimee was a bit in a state of shock.  If this was
the spare bedroom, what would the master bedroom look like?  Closing the
door behind them, Mr.  Parson pulled out a chair from the writing desk and
set it in the middle of the room.

   "Aimee," Mr.  Parson said pointing to the corner.  "Go kneel over there
and face us and watch as two old timers with many years in the lifestyle
share a nice moment." Aimee was quite confused but she did as she was told
and her curiosity was reaching another high peak.

   Mr.  Parson took his hands and slowly unbuttoned the top three buttons
of Susie's top.  Aimee had failed to notice that it was more like a
business suit, and knew that later she would ask Mr.  Parker as to why she
had worn that style of dress.  Mr.  Parson pulled Susie's skirt up to her
belly, and then pulled down her pair of white cotton panties to her knees.
Taking his seat Mr.  Parker motioned for Susie to go across his knees.  Ok,
Aimee thought, that is what they meant when they said OTK...  over the
knee.

   Susie balanced herself as Mr.  Parker began stroking and rubbing Susie's
ample and pale ass.  With the other hand, he took a good hold of Suzie's
hair and then a light slap was placed across her ass.  Then another and
another.  Every once in a while, she could hear Susie whimper a bit.  Mr.
Parson never let off on spanking her ass either.  Sometimes it was in a
rapid succession, other times more lightly, or he would stop altogether and
rub and massage what was now a very bright red ass.  Aimee figured that Mr.
Parson had spanked Susie for well over a half hour, but the time did fly as
one could see how they both were very much into it.  Aimee also found
herself a bit excited sexually, and wondered if she would ever be lucky
enough to experience the same treatment that Susie was now receiving.

   It had been a couple of minutes now that Mr.  Parson was slowly rubbing
and massaging Susie's bright red ass.  Mr.  Parson motioned for Aimee go
get up and she went to him.  Whispering in her ear, he asked that she go to
the front room and wait for him there.  Quietly Aimee tiptoed and opened
the door and went into the hall.  Now Aimee was a bit confused, but also
sure that Mr.  Parson would explain everything in further detail later. 
Walking into the front room Aimee also found herself walking into Richard
and Madge in a rather compromising position.  Madge was hard at work
servicing what Richard had: a hard on.  Aimee froze at the entrance and
wanted to turn around and go back into the bedroom, but Mr.  Parson had
asked her to wait in the front room.  Then if she went any further she
would disturb Richard and Madge.  As Aimee thought about her dilemma,
Madge's sixth sense kicked in and she took her mouth off of her husband's
cock to see Aimee staring at them, a bit bewildered.

   "I'm sorry young Lady, I thought that all of the guests had already gone
home."

   With a bit of a shock, Richard opened his eyes as he had so been
enjoying himself, and looked at Aimee and expressed the same thing.  Aimee
was so embarrassed that she could not even blush and she knew better than
to run for the door.  At a loss for words, Aimee blurted out, "Don't mind
me!  Just go ahead and continue what you were doing."

   "Are you sure?" Madge asked.

   Now Aimee wanted to kick herself: what was she thinking?  "Sure, go
right ahead and enjoy yourself.  I will just sit here and wait for Mr. 
Parson and Suzie."

   Without needing any encouragement Madge went back to sucking cock, while
Richard closed his eyes and laid his head back.  After a few minutes, and
what Aimee felt was an eternity, she could hear Richard as he started to
moan, and watched his face clamp down a bit.  The more that Richard moaned,
the faster Madge seemed to be working her head up and down across Richard's
rigid cock.  Almost like he was going into a convulsion, Richard shook his
head back and forth and then he seemed to have collapsed.  Now she could
hear Madge smacking a bit and then Thanking her husband for such an
excellent `after-party' treat.  Madge moved back a bit and Richard stood
up. Again Madge took his cock in her mouth and seemed to lick and suck it
clean for close to a minute.  She took his cock and put it back in his
pants and zipped them up.  Madge got up and looked at Aimee.

   "We are going to have a glass of wine, would you care for one too?"

   Aimee needed something, and a glass of wine was a good start she
believed.  After Madge left the room, Richard asked if Aimee had enjoyed
the party, just like this was everyday conversation.  Madge returned to the
room with three glasses of wine on a tray.  Once all was served, Richard
presented a toast that everyone had a good time and new friends were made.
For the next while, the three of them talked about the lifestyle and what
it meant to them.  They schooled Aimee a bit and asked her some basic
questions.

   They all heard the door shut and looked towards the hallway.  Madge got
up and scooted towards the front of the house.  Susie had her white cotton
panties in her hand.  She had not bothered to re-button her business top,
and her skirt looked quite ruffled, as did her hair.  Then she also had a
glow and a smile of euphoria about her.  Madge returned with the wine
bottle in hand and two empty glasses.  She handed Mr.  Parson and Susie a
glass and filled them both.  Then Madge topped off the other three glasses,
as Mr.  Parson and Susie found a place to sit on the couch.  Madge was now
completely naked, stockings and everything else off.  She looked a bit worn
out from the evening.  She took her place and sat at Richard's feet as
everyone engaged in a light talk as to the evening and plans for future
events.

   The wine all gone, everyone decided to call it an evening.  Or was it an
early morning?  Taking the coat Mr.  Parson had loaned her, Aimee, now with
her purse and heels in her hand, was ready to leave.  They all gave each
other a hug goodbye, and promised to stay more in contact with each other.
Once outside, Susie made it to her car and Mr.  Parson waited until it was
started and Susie was driving off and waving everyone goodbye again. 
Opening his car door, Mr.  Parson got in and unlocked Aimee's door.  Once
buckled up Mr.  Parson drove the car to the road and headed home.

   "Well, how did you enjoy yourself Aimee?"

   Staring through the windshield and squinting a bit, Aimee thought that
the night lights were brighter than normal.  Then she also realized as to
how very tired and exhausted that she was.  "That's kind of hard to answer
Mr.  Parson.  Oh yes, I had a good time...  actually a very, very good
time! But what went on tonight is beyond anything that I ever could have
imagined, and yet I thought most all of it was fantastic!  Just so very new
and almost like too much too fast, if you follow me Mr.  Parson?"

   "Yes, I follow you Aimee.  Then take your time and think it all out as
you wish.  You have the rest of your life to try and figure all of this
out, should you opt to begin your journey." Aimee was a bit confused.  What
did Mr.  Parson mean by `to begin your journey'?

   Aimee closed her eyes.  About half way home Mr.  Parson looked at Aimee
and could see where she was fast asleep.  He reached over and padded her
left thigh.  A few minutes later, he parked his car in the garage and
gently rubbed Aimee's knee.  "We're home young Lady, time to get up and
into the house."

   He could see where Aimee was already comfortable and would have just as
soon slept there.  Mr.  Parson got out and went to the trunk of the car. 
Groggily Aimee got out, rubbing her eyes.  Mr.  Parson took out the twelve
pack and handed it to Aimee.  Aimee didn't drink beer...  why was Mr. 
Parson handing it to her?  Then Aimee snapped a bit more out of her sleep
mode and said nothing.  Turning to walk to the house, Aimee fell in line
along side Mr.  Parson.  Once inside Aimee took out six beers and put them
in the fridge.  "Well Mr.  Parson, I had best take these clothes off and go
back to my apartment."

   "Should you desire to do such Aimee." Mr.  Parson commented.  "Then you
also have the option of going upstairs and joining me in bed." Mr.  Parson
turned and walked to the doorway of the kitchen.  "Oh, and you also have
the option of calling me Daddy, should that suit you?"

   Walking up the stairs, Mr.  Parson wondered what decision Aimee would
make.  Then leaning against the kitchen table, Aimee wondered what decision
she should make.

   This story is considerably longer than the ones I like to write.  Then
because of the characters and the nature of the story, I thought more
explaining would be necessary.  I would like to make this story into a
series of sorts, with a combination of some heavy BDSM, as well as
Daddy/daughter play.  Of course whether I opt to add more chapters to the
story or not depends on feedback (which seems to be quite rare on this
site).  I am very open to suggestions as to how the story would go as well
as to characters.  Again I need feedback and responses to the story.

   I hope you enjoyed the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
blade19545@yahoo.com with comments.  Again, I look forward to hearing from
you.