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 ï>¿Vera and Michelle by Tester86

    Chapter 1 Hi.  I suppose the best way to start my story is by
introducing myself.  My name is Vera Wright and until recently I was the
manager of an Abercrombie and Fitch store at the mall near where I used to
live.  Shit, that doesn't make any sense to you, does it?  I guess I need
to tell you that story so that you'll understand how I got to be where I am
now. It was about a month ago when a middle-aged woman came into my store
with an obviously embarrassed younger woman in tow.  I remember not really
paying any attention to them; ask anyone in retail, customers are
notoriously boring and typically rude and they don't really want you around
anyway.  When the woman shouted, "Get over here," I lifted my eyes from
the clothing I was returning to the racks from the dressing rooms to see
what was happening.  That was when I first noticed them, I mean really
noticed them.  The younger woman whose name turned out to be Kimberly
Turner was wearing a tiny wisp of a dress that accentuated her lovely
figure.  I could see the swell of her breasts and the gentle slope of her
ass.  And that dress was short.  It ended barely two inches from the apex
of her sexy thighs.  With how small the dress was, and the color bright
enough to light Manhattan, Kim stood out. I opened my mouth to say
something, closed it, and opened my mouth again, ultimately doing a fairly
good pantomime of a fish.  I stepped from behind the clothes rack, took one
step towards them and stopped.  My eyes were wide and instead of
approaching them, I merely stood there and watched the show.  Not very
mature and definitely not the actions of a manager, but I couldn't tear my
eyes away or force myself to intervene. "Try this on," the woman said
holding a small denim skirt in her manicured hands.  It was the first thing
I remembered clearly, her hands were neat and tidy and painted in a perfect
French Manicure. Kim's hands were trembling as she took the skirt and spun
to her right.  I could tell she was looking for the dressing rooms that I
had just vacated minutes before. "Again?" Both Kim and I were perplexed by
that.  I was certain that my face looked the same as Kim's.  Well, except
for the color maybe; mine was not burning.  Kim spoke something then but it
was so quiet, so subdued, that I could not hear it. "Did I say go to the
changing room?  No.  I said, try it on.  Here.  Now!" I watched as Kim hung
her head in defeat.  It was obvious to me that the pretty young woman was
not happy and did not want to obey.  Still, I watched Kim pull the tiny
skirt up her legs and fasten it around her waist over her fluorescent
dress.  I stepped towards the register, hoping to get a better look as Kim
pulled her dress free from the skirt, revealing how small the skirt truly
was.  I wondered how much longer the show would continue.  In my mind I
could see myself obeying the forceful woman, donning revealing clothing as
Kim was being made to do.  Would as many people look at me as were looking
at the shame-faced and nearly tearful woman?  I doubted it.  "Turn around
and bend over." The skirt, too short already, slid up her legs as she
obeyed.  The skirt rose higher, revealing the thin line of Kim's pussy to
me and the other shoppers; it was apparent to all that Kim was not wearing
panties.  Kim's naked ass slid into view as she held her humiliating pose.
I pondered taking her place and felt myself grow wet at the thought. I
watched Kim tremble when the other women spoke, "Spread." Her voice was
hard; it was a tone that demanded obedience. Around me, the shoppers had
all stopped to watch the lurid display.  When Kim had entered,
conversations were happening; clothes were being taken from racks and put
back and silence was a thing of imagination.  Now, the only thing that
could be heard was the milling of shoppers beyond the doors of the store as
they continued their days oblivious of the show taking place just beyond
the main hallway of the mall.  From the register, I watched the blushing
woman inch her legs apart, her knees slipping outward.  She remained bent
at the waist and I watched fascinated and jealous as her pussy opened and
became even more evident.  I could see Kim's sex peeking from between her
parted thighs and once again I longed to take her place.  Would people
stare at me as they were staring at the shamed teacher?  I rubbed my thighs
together, feeling the rise of a comfortable ache that would soon need
sating.  Glancing around, I could see the customers still staring at the
blushing woman bent with her legs spread wantonly.  To my left, one of my
co-workers, Tina Caldwell, stood with her mouth agape and her eyes wide. 
Like me, she definitely wore the expression of a fish.  Behind her, wearing
a bemused smile stood the third member of our shift, Michelle Hayden.  She
looked beautiful; she had the clearest blue eyes, the kind of eyes that men
actually spoke to.  Michelle...  no, now is not the time to talk about
Michelle.  That will come soon enough. "Stand up, you slut," the woman
(Sharon was her name) said to Kim. I have never seen anyone move as fast as
Kim did as she stood and slammed her legs together.  I watched as she
lowered her dress and shimmied free of the skirt as Sharon had commanded. 
Sharon grabbed some more clothes from the rack and after a quick
conversation that made Kim's face flash with even more color, she ordered
Kim to wait by the door.  Now, the patrons started to move and speak and
fragments of their conversations drifted to me.  Words like "slut" and
"whore" and "shameless", to me, all really said the same thing, "Did you
see her?  " The woman approached me, her hands full of clothes.  She was
grinning; it was a look that seemed to be a combination of victory, hatred
and power.  I imagined the grin of a cat that had not only eaten one mouse,
but also had a second struggling between its paws; that was the look that
adorned Sharon's face. "What was that?" I asked even though I wanted to ask
so much more. "She's a little show-off," Sharon said me as I rang up her
purchase.  "She gets off on it and she finds it more exciting if she
doesn't know what's going to happen.  I'm just helping her out." I knew it
was a lie.  The look on Kim's face more than proved that she was not there
willingly and the look on Sharon's face was one of malice; there was no
compassion there.  She was not helping a friend.  But, would she do the
same for me?  Would she help me be seen as she was helping Kimberly?  My
mind was racing.  Uncertain if she'd agree, I handed Sharon a business
card. "If you want, I am the weekday manager and I could use a mannequin."
Did it sound as lame to Sharon as it did to me?  I needed a way to get her
back if she was going to help me.  I raised my eyebrows as if to beg her to
say yes. Sharon looked at both sides of my card and said, "I think, Vera,"
she spoke my name for the first time, "we can work something out." I didn't
realize how tense I felt until Sharon agreed to come back.  I exhaled,
hoping it did not sound as loud to Sharon as it did to me.  "Excellent," I
gushed my words.  I felt like a teenage boy feeling my first willing
breast, "I look forward to it.  I gave you a discount for the show." Sharon
chuckled at that, though I am not sure why.  She asked for another card and
when I gave it to her she wrote her name and number on it for me.  "Call
me and we'll schedule something," Sharon said to me.  She gathered the two
bags of clothes and left the store with Kimberly Turner in tow. Tina
crossed the store and stood by my side.  "What was that?" She asked me as
Sharon and Kim disappeared into the mall. I tucked the business card with
Sharon's number on it into the pocket of my jeans.  "I have no idea." I was
lost in thought.  It seemed to me that Kimberly was obeying Sharon against
her will; her look and mannerisms were those of someone not there
willingly. How had Sharon managed that?  Would Sharon expose me to others
as she was exposing Kim?  Would Sharon help me be seen, make me as visible
as she had made Kimberly?  I looked at Tina, "Cover for me." The rising
need in my pussy was speaking to me now and I needed to answer the call. 
Not waiting for Tina to respond, I ducked into the back of the store and
darted into the small employee bathroom.  My jeans were unfastened even
before I locked the door.  I slipped my jeans down to my knees and shoved
my hand into my panties.  My fingers found my clit, hard and swollen.  I
rubbed it, pressed my fingers against it and with thoughts of being visible
racing in my mind, I came.  I bit my lower lip to suppress my moans. 
Shaking in post-orgasmic bliss and trembling with thoughts of Sharon, I
pulled myself together and made my way back to work.  The rest of the
afternoon, I found it hard to concentrate.  Thoughts of Kim and Sharon and
what Sharon would make me do were more than enough to keep my mind
occupied. Both Tina and Michelle commented that I seemed distant but they
were polite when I explained that my thoughts were elsewhere.  If either of
them suspected that my distraction was due to the display earlier they
didn't say.  It was nice that they noticed my distraction. I finished my
shift, clocked out and drove home.  As I always do after work, I took a
leisurely shower.  Afterwards, standing before the full-length mirror I
stared at myself, trying to see me as others saw me.  My mother was
Hungarian and as such my skin had a darkness to it that made me seem tan
all the time, even if I hadn't been to the beach in months.  I am not very
tall; barely five feet and I often wondered if my height amplified my
feeling of invisibility.  No, that's not true, my height had nothing to do
with it; it was my childhood.  Both my hair and eyes were brown and my nose
was small and cute; to me I looked plain.  I have nice breasts, I thought,
not overly large, but not small either.  My best feature, though, was my
butt; round and firm, taut and smooth. I made dinner and after watching a
little bit of mindless television I went to bed.  The ministrations of my
favorite on screen characters could not distract me from the thoughts of
Kim.  She had taken everything Sharon had dished out without complaining
and I was jealous of her for that.  I wanted what she had and needed to
find a way to make that happen.  Lying in bed, Kim's humiliating display
ran through across my thoughts incessantly.  I wanted to join her; I wanted
to be seen. "Look at me, daddy." The memory returned with such fury that I
drew in a surprised breath. Look at me.  Sleep overtook me and dreams
formed of memories danced behind my eyes.  When I awoke, the sun barely
born on that fresh day, my first thought was of Kim's display.  I took a
shower and pawed through my clothes.  I would wear something revealing as
Kim had done, something to make me stand out.  I knew it wouldn't do any
good; seldom could I force myself to be as naked as she had been and when I
did, what came of it?  Nothing.  Nobody seemed to really notice me.  Maybe
I really was invisible. Look at me. I grabbed a tiny skirt.  It was white
and pleated and ended just below the swell of my ass.  I slid it up my legs
and smoothed the fabric over my butt.  Looking at myself in the mirror I
saw that the skirt was shorter than Kim's dress had been.  Maybe I would be
noticed wearing it.  I found a T-shirt that read "Abercrombie's" and donned
it.  Advertising for the store was always acceptable.  I looked younger
than my twenty-three years in my short skirt and T-shirt and I made up my
face to amplify my youth.  I drove to work, stopping at McDonald's for
breakfast on my way.  I ate in the car and arrived as Michelle was opening
the register, preparing for the day. "Nice outfit," she said. I think she
was being polite, but it was nice that she noticed.  "Thank you," I said,
my voice was barely a whisper.  I spun around, flaring out my skirt and
Michelle laughed.  "Even nicer." I remember the way she looked at me then.
Her eyes were wide and a small smile was playing at the corner of her
mouth. What was she thinking?  Was she mocking me?  I didn't think so, but
truthfully I was not sure.  When she spoke again, her voice was playful, "I
like knowing you aren't wearing panties." She grinned and then looked at
her wrist, "Time to open." What did she mean by that?  Was she hitting on
me or was she simply toying?  Her boyfriend had been in a couple of times,
so I really did not think she was trying to pique my interest in her, so
she had to be playing with me.  If she hadn't sound so friendly, I'd have
thought that she was being cruel.  Still, her tone had been kind.  Shit! 
Why was my mind so addled?  The day progressed and only twice was my
attire mentioned.  Both times it was Michelle that commented.  The first
was right before lunch.  Michelle came up behind me and whispered in my
left ear, her voice was full of heat, "My panties are wet, are yours?" She
knew I wasn't wearing any, of course, so what did that question mean?  The
second time was as Michelle was ending her shift; I still had an hour left
in mine.  Michelle pulled me into the back by grabbing my hand in hers. 
Her hand was soft and warm but the strength in her tug still took me by
surprise.  She spun me around and pressed my back against the cold concrete
wall.  She leaned into me; the delicious smell of her perfume was so heavy
I could almost taste it.  She raised my hands and placed a small pile of
fabric in them.  Her panties and as she had stated, they were wet.  "I want
to see you in these." And with that she kissed me, full on the lips, her
tongue prying against my closed mouth. She stepped back, tilted her head
and took in the look of shock, confusion and uncertainty that creased my
face.  She laughed then, a warm sound and the smile that crossed her face
was so genuine that I was almost convinced she was not being mean.  I
nodded at her, acknowledging that I would wear her panties.  "Monday," she
said. I nodded again, trembling and confused.  Michelle kissed me again,
quick and firm.  She spun away and as quickly as the conversation had begun
it was over.  Conversation?  Hell, I hadn't said a damn thing.  And that
was my workday.  I wore two tiny pieces of clothing, no panties and no bra
and the only person to comment was Michelle.  Nobody else seemed to even
notice that my nipples were visible through my T-shirt, nor did anyone
realize how close my naked pussy was to being seen.  But, no, I would have
to be seen as a whole before pieces of me would be noticed.  I went home,
alone as always, to my small, one bedroom apartment.  I put Michelle's
panties on my nightstand as I slipped off my skirt and shirt.  They had
dried out during my last hour of the day.  They were small, a light-blue
thong with lace trim adorning the waistband.  I looked at them, picturing
Michelle removing them before slipping her jeans back on.  Not realizing
what I was doing, I picked them up and pulled them to my face.  I sniffed
them, pulling in the combined smell of Michelle's sex and her floral
perfume.  What was I doing?  I shook my head, returned the panties to the
nightstand and then took a shower, washing the day away. Saturday arrived
and work was dull.  Michelle had the weekend off and I had to admit I
wanted to see her and I wanted to hear what she had to say and damn it, I
wanted to smell her, too.  What was wrong with me that the first time
someone notices me I can't get them out of my head?  Was I that desperate
to be seen by someone that I would give myself to them as soon as they saw
me?  Was a kind word, not forced and a firm kiss enough to capture me?  I
realized that it probably was.  How weak did that make me? Nobody noticed
me during the day. Sharon surprised me by dropping by that afternoon.  I
hadn't really expected to see her again.  I had been in the back folding
clothes when Diane, one of the two high-school students who worked weekends
approached me and told me that a woman was asking for me.  Diane left me to
finish folding the shirt I was working on.  I set it down and went into the
store.  There, out by the door stood Sharon.  I approached her, "Hi.  Are
you here to take me up on my offer?" I said while thinking,  -~Are you here
to help me be seen?' And what about Michelle?  Sharon nodded her agreement.
"Yes, I am.  How about Monday nights; it seems my slave has Monday nights
free and would love to be your mannequin." I remember how she paused before
she said slave as if she was deciding if she should reveal the nature of
their relationship to me.  Thinking back, I realize I already knew. 
"Wonderful," I said, not doing a good job of keeping the excitement out of
my voice, "what time?" "Six O'clock." "Great.  I'll see you both then." We
shook hands then.  Sharon with her perfectly manicured fingernails and me
with my body shaking.  Sharon pulled her hand free, flashed a smile like
she had just won a battle and left me standing there wondering about Monday
when Michelle worked with me and about what pose I'd put Kim in.  No,
that's not true, I knew exactly what I'd be doing with Kim, I had imagined
myself doing the exact same thing. Sunday came and went with me never
leaving my apartment.  I never claimed to be exciting. Monday turned out to
be an interesting day. I woke early, as I always do.  I don't know why and
have never given any thought as to why I am a morning person.  Some people
don't do well when they first get up; they need their coffee or time to
unwind from a hard night of sleeping.  Me, as soon as the alarm goes off, I
am up and ready to face my day.  Most days, today included, I am up before
the alarm.  Today, I was anxious with good reason.  One, Kimberly was going
to live one of my fantasies.  And, two, I was going to wear Michelle's
panties and see what she thought of that.  Truthfully, I can't tell you
which one I was looking forward to the most.  I showered and made up my
face for the day.  I looked through my closet, trying to find the perfect
outfit for Michelle.  I decided on tight jeans, ones that I thought made my
ass look great.  I grabbed Michelle's panties from my nightstand where they
had sat unwashed since I had sniffed them on Friday.  I sniffed them again;
frowning that they were much less fragrant.  With a grin, I slid them up my
legs, feeling them cup my pussy and part the folds of my ass.  I donned the
jeans, running my hand over them with satisfaction.  Dressed from the waist
down, I grabbed a gray blouse that buttoned up the front.  I donned the
blouse, buttoned the buttons, but left the top three undone so that just a
hint of cleavage was visible.  I truly wanted Michelle to like what she
would see. Look at me. I left for work early knowing that Michelle would
already be there as she started an hour before I did.  She was at the
register when I walked in.  She looked beautiful; she was wearing a
knee-length floral skirt with a white blouse through which I could see the
outline of her bra.  She glanced at me, smiled without showing her teeth,
and then glanced at the steel chain door that blocked the store from the
mall proper.  With the grate down, we had the store to ourselves.  She
crossed over to me and without speaking; she just tilted her head and
raised her eyebrows with her smile never leaving her face, she asked if I
was wearing her panties.  Swallowing heavily, afraid my voice was going to
crack, I simply nodded.  How many conversations were we going to have
without me speaking? "Show me." I trembled at her words; they nearly
mirrored my own.  I looked into her amazing eyes and gripped the button
that held my jeans together.  Not thinking, oblivious to my surroundings, I
unfastened the pants and slid them down my legs to my knees, revealing her
panties caressing me, enveloping me, hugging me.  Michelle said nothing,
she just stepped forward and as she had done Friday afternoon, she kissed
me.  Her hands cupped my face and pulled me to her.  Her lips, soft and
inviting, pressed against mine.  Her tongue slid against my lips and I felt
my mouth open to her probing.  My knees unlocked and I shook slightly
before regaining my posture.  Our tongues met and I moaned softly. Michelle
broke our kiss and whispered in my ear, "Give me my panties." I nodded
again.  Speak, why can't I speak?  I stepped free of my jeans, then I
gripped the hem of the blue fabric with my fingers and slid Michelle's
panties down my legs.  I stepped out of them and held them to her.  I
stammered as I spoke, as I finally spoke, "Here." Michelle, her smile never
faltering, took them from me.  She held them open and I could only watch in
surprise as she stepped into them and slid them up her legs.  She adjusted
them around her hips and then raised her skirt to show them to me.  "Thank
you," she said.  I smiled at her.  She glanced at her watch and said,
"Well, it's time to open the store." I knew she was playing with me and I
knew, just knew that it wasn't cruel or malicious.  I was not sure why she
was playing with me, was it a game for her, too?  I didn't really want to
know, just as long as she kept playing.  Our shift began and before I knew
it Michelle's day was over.  Her landlord had called and explained how he
had found a broken window at her apartment and so Michelle had to leave to
take care of her home.  I hate to admit it, but I was disappointed that she
was leaving so soon.  She left quickly, not paying any attention to me and
I found myself saddened by that.  Michelle had an emergency and I felt
rejected.  What was wrong with me?  I knew the answer to that one: I was
invisible. After lunch we were short staffed.  It was just after four when
I remember that Sharon would be bringing Kim to work as a mannequin today.
A smile crossed my lips, the first one since Michelle had donned her
panties this morning.  I finally had something to look forward to.  I knew
just the pose I'd put her in; I'd imagined myself in the same position
before. It was ten minutes past six when I spotted them.  Sharon was
dressed in a smart business suit but it was Kim that I noticed.  Her white
blouse was simple and her skirt was so short, so revealing, that even from
across the store I could see the creases of Kim's ass; her skirt barely
covered her pussy as she stood and I'd wager that it would be visible if
she were walking.  Kim's face was red and her eyes were puffy and I had to
wonder if she'd been crying.  Could she not see how exciting it was to be
visible to others? I approached the couple.  "Hi.  I am so happy to see
you." I shook Sharon's hand.  Kim's head remained bowed. Sharon snapped out
her orders to me and threats to Kimberly.  The woman was strong willed and
confident and from her tone and mannerisms she knew she would be obeyed. 
"You have my number, Vera," she said to me.  She turned then, looked at Kim
with her eyes full of malice and said, "Don't make her use it." She spun
away from Kim and I and left the store; leaving Kim to live out my
fantasies.  Make me do this; I wanted to shout out to Sharon. "Follow me."
I led Kim to the back of the store where boxes of merchandise sat waiting
to be checked in and put on display.  "Take off your clothes and put them
in there," I commanded, pointing to the employee bathroom.  It didn't feel
right ordering this scared young woman around.  Her eyes were wide and she
seemed agitated and stressed.  Sharon had something on her, the comment
about her being homeless confirmed that, but she was not fleeing.  Did she
have to do this and did she want to?  I exhaled unhappily, thought about
Michelle and then just shook my head.  I watched as Kim removed her blouse,
pulling it over her head.  She unfastened her skirt and stepped free from
the black cloth.  Kim carried them into the bathroom and returned, naked
save for her shoes "Wait here," I commanded.  I did not want to be the
forceful one.  Oh well, if I could not live out my fantasy first hand, I'd
enjoy it from afar.  I darted into the store, found the two shirts I had
set behind the counter in anticipation of this encounter and then made my
way back to the scared and blushing woman cowering with her hands doing a
poor job of concealing her nude body.  I looked at her and wondered if she
was looking at me.  Handing Kim the shirts I said, "You'll hold one in each
hand." I instructed her not to drop them, no need getting the store's
merchandise dirty, and then when she nodded her understanding I instructed
her to follow me into the store.  I stepped into the store and paused. 
Turning back I said, "Hurry, it's not busy now." That got her moving.  She
followed me; head bowed and face red through the store.  She was naked and
scared, but she was moving.  She inched across the store, ducking behind
racks, trying to keep her body hid and I found it amusing.  Kim made her
way to me as I stood at the bay window that served as the main display for
the store.  I pointed to the chair I had placed in the window, facing the
mall, and said to the obviously embarrassed woman, "Sit in the chair and
hold the two shirts in your hands, one in each.  Look at one of the shirts
and don't move.  People walking by will think you're a mannequin." Next to
the chair was a large sign I had drawn that read "Decisions, Decisions." I
could feel how wet I was as I watched Kim stare at the seat where I wished
I was sitting wearing what I wanted to be wearing.  How strange am I? 
She's naked and humiliated and I would gladly take her place if it meant a
chance to be seen.  I let her know she'd be okay if she remained still and
then with my pussy commanding me as I was ruling Kim, I threatened her. 
With my words, Kim climbed into the chair, clamped her knees together, and
held the shirts out as if she was contemplating which to wear.  I clenched
my own thighs as my pussy hummed with need at Kim's display. I turned my
back on the trembling woman and raced into the employee bathroom.  I
couldn't take another second; I could feel my pulse beating in my pussy. 
Shutting the door, my hand slipped my jeans over my hips and within
moments, my sex rubbing against my stroking fingers, I came, biting my
lower lip to stifle the noise.  I could picture Kim sitting naked in the
window, struggling to remain still as countless shoppers walked by
oblivious to her distress.  I wondered what it would be like to be there,
in her place.  Would my legs be clamped together or would I part them?  I
knew the answer to that question; my legs would be spread.  Or, better
still, what if the decision was not mine to make?  That thought fueled a
second orgasm.  My whole body was alive, my mouth was dry and goose bumps
covered my arms.  Arousal fueled my actions.  I grabbed my phone and dialed
Sharon's number.  She answered curtly on the second ring.  Not thinking,
acting strictly on desire with my fingers still toying with my wet and
swollen sex, I hurriedly made my request. "Are you sure?" I heard the
confusion in Sharon's voice.  Was I sure?  No?  Yes?  Was I being rational?
What would Michelle think?  All these questions raced through my mind but
still I whispered, "Yes." Her words were slow and I wondered if she'd turn
me down.  "We'll talk about it after I take Kimmie home." Her words were
vague and I just knew she'd turn me down.  Why did taking risks always seem
to end poorly?  Sharon hung up the phone and I straightened my clothing. I
entered the store shaking and sated and made my way to Kim.  I told her she
was doing well even if her face was burning bright enough to lead Santa's
mythical sleigh.  I continued working, distracted by thoughts of Kim and
Sharon and Michelle.  Too much was happening for me to take it all in; I
was confused by it all. Sharon appeared right before the mall closed.  I
was shaking as she approached me.  What would she say?  Was she going to
reject me or help me to be seen; lift the curse of invisibility that seemed
to haunt me for years?  She looked at me; her eyes seeming to smile and
told me to get Kim dressed.  Disappointment flashed across my face.  I
pulled Kim from her window display and took her back to her clothes.  She
got dressed; visibly relieved to be wearing even the tiny outfit she wore.
With Kim standing next to Sharon, her head hung in shame, Sharon spoke to
me.  "I'll be back in an hour.  You'll be here, right?" She made it sound
like a question, but I was certain that it was an order.  I nodded. An hour
later, with the mall closed and only few people left behind to clean the
stores and stock the shelves for the next day, Sharon returned.  Her face
was a blank sheet; I could read nothing of what she was thinking.  Still,
she was here.  That had to count for something.  When she spoke, her voice
held that same tone of confidence.  "This will be the last time I ask
this. Are you sure?" All my life.  "I am." Sharon explained her concerns,
that I would disobey her if she didn't have something on me that I would
not want to be revealed, some secret that I kept guarded.  I was shocked
that she thought she would need something like that.  Didn't she see how
badly I needed this?  Still, I capitulated.  "Okay." "Call me Miss Reed."
"Okay, Miss Reed," I said, "I already know what it'll be; I just have to
get it for you." "Then I'll see you tomorrow.  All of you." I smiled at her
words, catching their meaning.  She had accepted my offer. That night, I
didn't sleep.



   Vera and Michelle by Tester86

    Chapter 2 Hospitals are cold, unhappy places.  When Vera asked me to
write this, to put to paper what led her and me to this place where each
passing moment I felt my pulse race with dread for fear that the hateful
monitor above Vera's head would sound an alarm indicating that her fragile
heart had finally stopped, I almost declined.  The look of her swollen and
battered face made my aching heart hurt all the more and I simply could not
refuse.  I could not refuse my Vera.  Does that sound possessive?  Well, I
suppose it does, but in all honesty she is mine as I am hers.  Together we
are a more whole person than either of us had been separately. But, I am
getting ahead of myself and so, as Vera had done when she started writing,
I will do the same; I'll backtrack and fill you in and with luck you'll
understand why tears are staining this paper as I struggle to place the
words that seem to blur my vision behind walls of tears and choke my throat
with sobs. I met Vera on a Tuesday.  I had been hired the day before by the
regional manager of Abercrombie and Fitch's, a man named Curtis Kinsinton.
He hired me and that was the last I saw of him until he fired Vera.  Okay,
I guess I need to go back a bit more.  Like I said (or is it wrote?), I met
Vera on a Tuesday where she introduced herself with a weak handshake and a
very warm smile.  She had large brown eyes that to me look like they'd seen
a life time of pain even though she was maybe a year or two older than my
twenty-four years of age.  She never seemed to hold your gaze for long; she
always looked away or cast her eyes down when she caught you looking at
her. But, what I remember about her most, what sticks with me now with the
sun setting and darkening the sky outside her hospital window, was her
smile.  She was always quick to offer a smile that seemed to light up her
soft face.  I guess the best way to describe Vera is to say that she's
beautiful. We worked well together; I had weekends off so I was only able
to work with her four days a week, but when we did, we clicked.  She had
her way of running the store and was confident enough doing it that we
never seemed to have any real problems.  We spoke often but never about
anything that could be considered meaningful; she defiantly kept her
feelings to herself.  Her smile, however, was ever present.  Tina, another
woman that we worked with told me once that she thought Vera was distant
and I think that that might be a tad inaccurate.  I think she kept herself
hidden, pulled into herself like a turtle escapes into its shell. 
Withdrawn is how I would have described her. We each had our separate
lives; Vera would leave for the day and come in the next and do her job and
retreat again when the day was done.  Her face would light up with a smile
and then she'd move on and just as quickly be working on something else. I
dated a few men, but only one is important to this story and so I guess
I'll introduce him now; his name is Carl Jordan.  The reason he is
important is because he broke into my apartment during a time when Vera was
behaving strangely and coming to work wearing a lot less than normal and it
was at this time that she and I started playing with each other.  It was
our beginning, you could say. Our playing began when a woman came into a
store with another woman following her like a submissive little plaything,
blushing heavily wearing the brightest green dress I had ever seen in my
life.  The younger woman obeyed the humiliating commands of the other and I
could only watch the scene unfold.  The young woman bent over while wearing
one of the shortest skirts we sold but what I found interesting, what
brought a smile to my face was how Vera inched over to the register to get
a better look at the humiliating display.  I watched Vera's face, trying to
read what she was thinking.  She did not look disgusted and to my surprise
she did not stop the display; to me, she looked fascinated and envious.  I
watched Vera and the older woman speaking, Vera rang up the sale and I
watched Vera take the woman's number.  Almost as soon as the two women
left, Vera raced into the back and when she returned, her face flush and
her eyes half-closed, I knew what she had done.  The young woman's exposure
had aroused Vera to the point where she had had to reduce her need.  It was
surprising and delicious and for the rest of the day Vera had been lost in
thought. The next day Vera surprised me again.  She arrived an hour after I
did and when she appeared she was wearing an Abercrombie's T-shirt and a
very short, pleated shirt.  "Nice outfit," I said to her in all
seriousness. She looked great in it and my compliment made her smile so
brightly her face seemed to glow.  She thanked me with a tiny voice and
then spun around in a rapid pirouette that caused her white skirt to flare
out around her like an umbrella opening to block the rain.  I could see
her; all of her.  Her firm ass and smooth thighs followed by her pussy and
mound covered in a light brushing of dark hair.  I laughed at her then; it
was not full of malice but surprise and delight.  Vera was a fascinating
woman that seemed to be slowly coming to terms with a new found fetish. 
"Even nicer," I said with my blue eyes wide.  "I like knowing you aren't
wearing panties." I looked at my watch, "time to open." The confusion on
her face made her look even cuter than normal.  Like I said, delicious. At
lunch, while Vera was straightening clothing on the display racks I snuck
up behind her and whispered throatily in her ear, "My panties are wet, are
yours?" The thing is my panties were wet.  Thinking of Vera being nearly
exposed, of having her naked sex just inches from being revealed to the
world, made my own pussy damp.  It was exciting and a secret we shared;
only she and I knew how close she was to being seen by others.  I couldn't
help but wonder what it would take to have her remove her skirt.  The
thought made my pussy clench. My day ended and before I left I had to act.
I snuck into the restroom and removed my damp panties.  I wanted to give
them to Vera, I wanted to see her in them and then I wanted to take them
from her.  I wondered if she'd play along; I hoped she would.  I grabbed
her, pulled her into the back of the store by her soft hand.  I spun her
around, taking control of her before she could resist.  I pushed her back
against the stone wall and placed my panties in her hand.  "I want to see
you in these." My voice was firm.  Then, before she could speak I kissed
her.  I wasn't thinking, I just acted.  I pressed my lips against hers and
probed her clenched mouth with my tongue.  She resisted my kiss; it was so
cute and coy and expected that I couldn't help but laugh with her like an
old friend sharing a joke. Vera nodded at me; the shocked look on her face
made me think she could do nothing more. "Monday," I commanded and shook
slightly at the power I held over this woman as she nodded again.  I kissed
her again and without waiting for her to consider what had happened; I left
the store, my panties still clutched tightly in Vera's hands. I spent the
weekend with Carl and after our forth fight in as many weeks I felt that
our relationship was ending.  Thoughts of Vera made that seem like a good
thing and when he stormed out screaming at me, I was glad to see him go.
Monday arrived and stepping from the shower I could only think of Vera. 
Would she be wearing my panties?  I was so certain that she would be
wearing them that when I dressed, donning a medium-length floral skirt, I
neglected to don panties.  I'd be putting mine on soon enough, or so I
hoped.  Deciding to play the flirt I donned a dark bra and wore the
thinnest blouse I owned.  My bra was visible as was the shape of my
breasts. I hoped Vera liked the view. She arrived an hour after I did. 
Vera was dressed in jeans, which surprised me.  I thought she'd wear
something more revealing.  The thought that she was not wearing my panties
as I had asked crossed my mind.  I walked to her, tilted my head and with a
wide smile I raised my eyebrows.  Well, the look asked? She swallowed and
nodded. "Show me." She did not hesitate.  I watched as Vera unfastened her
jeans and tugged them down her thighs to her knees to stand before me, my
panties cupping her sex.  Both my and Vera's nipples were hard.  I stepped
closer and kissed her again.  It was soft and warm and my eyes shut as
other senses overwhelmed me.  I could smell the soap Vera bathed with and I
could feel her tremble slightly.  My hands cupped her tender face.  My
tongue pressed forward and this time her mouth opened to mine.  Our tongues
met and we both moaned.  I wanted to continue, wanted to postpone the day
and pull Vera into the back where I was certain she would go, but there was
no time.  The way she trembled in my hands made me think she wanted the
same thing. I pulled away, smiled and whispered in her ear, "Give me my
panties." Vera nodded and in the middle of the store with the air
conditioning running and various early mall walkers pacing the halls
outside the store, Vera pulled off her jeans and stepped free of my
panties. She held them out to me and croaked out a small, "here." She
seemed so frail and looked so sexy; an intoxicating combination. I took
them from her small hand.  I stepped into them, pulled them up my legs and
adjusted them on my hips.  Standing next to Vera, seeing her look so
inviting and scared with her jeans lying in a pile next to her, her pussy
bared to me, I pulled my skirt up to show her the panties as they cupped my
sex.  "Thank you," I smiled at her.  I looked at my wrist and announced it
was time to open the store.  I was playing with her.  Before she could say
anything I crossed the store and opened the grate.  I had to smile as Vera
picked up her jeans and raced into the back to put them on. Two hours later
I had to leave work.  My landlord called and told me that I had a broken
window at my apartment.  Vera was working with a customer so I didn't get
to say goodbye.  I hastened home to find that I had more than a broken
window.  The window to my bedroom had been broken and when I arrived home,
my landlord was already there fixing the break.  The problem was that the
inside of my apartment had been ransacked.  Pots and pans were lying in a
pile in the kitchen, my laptop was open on the floor with the screen broken
and the dresser and closets were empty; all my clothes were strewn all over
the bedroom.  The worst part; the violation that shocked me the most was
the word written in soap on the bathroom mirror.  BITCH.  Below the mirror,
in the sink with the stopper in place to prevent the loss of his parting
gift was a pool of semen.  With that, I knew what had happened.  Carl had
broken in and with fury and rage he destroyed my home. No tears came then,
only icy hate.  I called the police and waited outside with the landlord,
watching him replace my broken window, until they arrived.  The police were
polite and apologetic and I answered their questions, even the ones that
made it sound like I deserved this.  Were all policemen so jaded?  I
suppose, in their job, they had to be.  They took pictures and one
detective donned latex gloves and collected a sample of Carl's sperm.  My
landlord apologized to me but I brushed him aside.  I made my way into my
home and began the long clean-up, starting with the bathroom sink. That
night, I did cry.  Another relationship broken and ended, gone the way of
all things.  Nothing lasted.  It was the seventh relationship in five
months that had started passionately and had ended quickly.  Nothing I said
or did was enough to keep the men in my life around for long.  Was I always
at fault?  I think so.  Relationships that start out strong seem to end
with the same blinding force.  I wondered about my faults, trying to think
of why my relationships never lasted.  I was the kind of girl men wanted,
right?  I liked sex and to a man, I put out on the first date.  I shared
what I had and still it wasn't enough.  Was I too easy? These thoughts kept
me awake until long after the sun had set and the moon had risen on a
miserable, tearful night.  Another relationship down even if I had known it
was coming.  Was the fact that Carl and I were ending the catalyst for my
playing with Vera?  She was beautiful and I was enjoying playing with her
and with the way her mouth opened to me the last time we kissed I was
certain that she'd play with me, but the reasons bothered me.  If I started
a relationship with Vera was it because I didn't want to be alone and I
knew that Carl was a thing of the past?  If Vera and I became a couple and
things worked out would that justify less than pure motives? Damn it.  And
the tears came again.  Alone in the night was always difficult for me.  I
didn't like being alone and so when a man came along I spread my legs to
get him to spend the night.  Did that make me a slut or just needy and did
it really matter?  I knew it wouldn't work with Carl after that first
night; he stayed because he knew he'd have sex.  His motives with me made
me question my motives with Vera. Damn it. The morning came and I awoke
feeling tired and sore.  My arms were stiff and my back was aching.  It was
going to be a long day.  I had to take the day off to take care of
insurance with the break-in and to go to the police station; Carl had
confessed to breaking in and had spent the night in jail and I had to take
care of that.  Would I press charges?  Probably not if he agreed to replace
my computer.  It was a long day full of hurtful chores. The only bright
spot was Vera.  I couldn't get her out of my mind.  She was petite and
pretty with innocent eyes and a subdued demeanor that made me want to play
with her like a doll.  Was she thinking of me as I was thinking of her and
why was I so enraptured?  Was it because I was alone?  That waking up with
only the sun made me desperate for companionship of any kind even if after
just one night?  I hoped not; I had never had such feelings for another
woman.  That had to be worth something, right? Damn it.  The day ended and
I got a good night sleep, the past day weighing on me better than a Valium.
With a smile, I awoke Wednesday morning with thoughts of Vera running
behind my slowly waking eyes.  I made some coffee, watching as the morning
blossomed with sunlight and life.  Breakfast was an energy bar and while
eating I wondered what to wear to see Vera.  Where did these thoughts come
from?  Why was I so smitten?  I dug though my clothes, searching for what
to wear and decided on a yellow floral dress that looked feminine and soft.
I hoped Vera would like it.  Funny, I found myself dressing for her and had
the thoughts of her undressing for me.  Maybe we should be a couple. The
day, however, was different than I had planned.  Vera was acting strangely.
She arrived an hour after I did, wearing the thinnest dress you could
imagine.  From across the brightly lit store I watched her walk in from the
back.  Her eyes were shining as if she had a secret that would make her
explode if she didn't reveal it.  I couldn't help but wonder what had
happened the day before to cause her to, well, strut in with more
confidence than I had ever seen her display.  Her lovely breasts bounced
unhindered behind the blue fabric of her short dress; there couldn't be
more than two or three inches of fabric concealing her pantiless pussy. 
You could tell she wasn't wearing panties, the dress was that tight. I
walked up to her and smiled.  "I like," I said.  I really did. She looked
at me, her eyes as bright as the sun and thanked me before moving on to
other things.  Something was distracting her and damn it, I wanted it to be
me.  I watched her through the day, confused by her actions and hurt that
she wasn't paying attention to me.  How weak did that make me?  I don't
care, I'm just telling the truth here. That afternoon I got an answer that
surprised me and made tears bubble in my eyes that it took a few minutes to
get under control.  The woman from the other day, the one that had dragged
the woman in the green dress in to the store, approached Vera and I could
see the look of happiness that appeared on Vera's face.  So, that was it. I
was too late; Vera would undress for this woman that she barely knew
instead of me.  Why did that hurt me so much?  It wasn't like we had really
been close; comfortable together, yes, but not close.  It wasn't until
recently that I thought of her more. Damn it.  How many times am I going to
write that? Vera spoke to Sharon (I found out her name later, and as I know
it now I will include it here) and then approached me and spoke so fast the
words seemed to be tripping from her mouth, "Cover for me a moment." That
was it; she didn't wait for me to respond, she just darted into the back
leaving me standing mouth agape at her departure. Vera returned to Sharon's
side and though I couldn't hear them, what Vera did next stunned me mute.
She approached me, her brown eyes shining, not caring who was watching and
pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, revealing the softness of
her lovely breasts.  I saw a small freckle next to her right nipple and I
wanted to kiss it.  I was so shocked I almost didn't realize she had asked
if her breasts were too small.  Honestly, they were perfect.  "No." It was
all I could say. She grinned and pulled her dress back up before returning
to Sharon's side.  Still shocked and disappointed that it wasn't me that
was making Vera do these things I watched as she stepped into the mall and
pulled her dress down a second time.  Whatever I knew about Vera, at that
moment, was replaced with the knowledge that I didn't know enough.  Sure,
she had flashed me when we were alone, but now she was standing topless in
the center hallway of the mall, bearing her breasts to countless people and
she seemed happy to be doing it.  Wow; it was all my mind could come up
with. Sharon and Vera spoke again and then Vera approached me, grinning
widely, and grabbed a card from the register.  She returned to Sharon's
side and I watched Sharon make a phone call. Today, as I said, had not gone
as expected and the surprises kept coming.  If you think I was stunned by
Vera stepping into the mall and flashing her tits, what she did next nearly
made me choke.  She pulled her dress over her head and stood naked in the
store with the steel grate wide and the store open.  She was not hidden
from view and safe from customers; we were open and she stood there naked.
What was she doing and again the thought came unhindered by reason, why
wasn't it with me? Vera walked towards me and I noticed that she had shaved
her cute pussy.  Her lips were peeking at me, as if begging me to stroke
them.  I loved the look on her; a look both innocent and slutty.  She
handed me her dress and explained that she'd be required to work naked.  I
was certain I had not heard her right, required?  I couldn't wrap my head
around what was happening.  I shook my head and said weakly, "I won't," I
paused, "let you cheat." I took the proffered dress.  I giggled next and I
don't know why. She returned to Sharon's side, her shapely butt bouncing
beautifully as she walked away from me.  It was a captivating view. Vera
spent the next three hours working naked.  She explained how she had
committed herself to Sharon and I wanted to kiss her and hold her and
convince her to stop playing with Sharon and play with me.  Was it so hard
for her to see that?  In her current condition I figured she was
concentrating on herself only.  Damn it.  I know, I said that before. I
finished my day and as I was leaving, still stunned and disappointed by the
day, I offered Vera her dress.  Truthfully, I had liked watching her work
naked; she had a lovely, taut body with nice breasts and a gorgeous ass.  I
enjoyed the view; why couldn't that body be for me?  She turned the dress
down; telling me she'd go home naked and I swear her knees buckled when she
said it.  I could smell her arousal; she got off on her exhibitionism. 
Strip for me; I need it, can't you see that?  My mind was racing; my mouth
remained silent.  Dejected and sad I slipped home to my empty and still
messy home.  I couldn't stifle my tears.  The loss of Carl, after a few
good months and the loss of Vera even if we hadn't become a couple was too
much to keep in check.  I cried myself to sleep. Wednesday arrived and with
it new possibilities.  I realized all hope hadn't been lost; optimistic,
huh?  Vera had been aroused and so I wondered and planned and would pay
attention in the hope that I could steal Vera from Sharon.  Vera enjoyed
what she was doing, so wouldn't she enjoy it more with me, a friend than
with Sharon, a stranger?  I was certain she would become mine and the
thought made the day before, miserable as it had been, almost tolerable. 
Vera would be mine. I made my way to work, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
Vera was a few minutes late; I didn't see her until I was ringing up a
purchase for a young woman.  She was wearing nothing but shoes and a coiled
bracelet with keys hanging from it.  If she was scared, I couldn't tell,
but her nipples were so hard that I was certain that she was aroused.  I
watched her come into the store, inching forward, almost hesitating.  It
was time to make her mine.  I crossed to her and commanded, "Give me your
locker key." I would take charge of her.  No matter what, she was being
ordered to do this and I would give her orders, too. "What?" She looked so
cute trying to hide her nakedness behind her hands. "I told you yesterday
that I wouldn't let you cheat.  If I have your key, you can't go, run, and
get dressed.  And," I was grinning as I continued, "drop your arms.  If I
catch you trying to cover up today, I'll tell the woman making you do this
and I bet you don't want me to do that, do you?" She dropped her eyes,
revealing her sexy body to me; her pert breast with hard nipples and her
naked sex that seemed swollen with need.  She stood with her feet about a
foot apart, a blatant pose that I found arousing.  And she was trembling so
softly that I wanted to take her in my arms but instead I spoke firmly,
"You like this," I said. Vera nodded with her face crimson.  Her hands were
curled into tight fists as she struggled to hold her pose. "Why are you
standing with your legs spread like that?" "I'm supposed to," Vera replied,
her eyes downcast.  Those words explained so much. "That close together?" I
was playing with her.  Watching her, I suddenly knew how to steal her from
Sharon. Vera looked into my smiling eyes and whispered, "Ma'am?" Her
submissive tone filled me with a surge of power that I had to feel again.
"However you are supposed to stand for the other woman, you need to spread
them even wider for me.  Come on, open up." Vera shook at my words.  She
looked into my eyes and slid her legs apart until there was about three
feet of space between her shoes.  I shook with pleasure watching Vera obey
and the sound she made, sucking in a breath of air made me want to grab
her, pull her to me, and ram my tongue down her throat.  I was full of need
as I watched her obey. "Perfect." I applauded her.  "Now, don't close your
legs today.  I'm going to work the register and I'll give you the floor. 
You will help as many customers as you can.  When someone comes in, you
walk up to them, spread your legs, clasp your hands behind your back, and
ask if they need any help.  I agree with the rule that if a child comes in,
you hide in the back.  So, if a kid comes in, scurry to the back and have a
seat with your legs spread like that and I'll come back and get you when
the coast is clear." Her voice was tiny, "yes, ma'am." "Great.  Now, give
me your locker key." She handed me the key to her clothes and I left her
there, open mouthed, tense and obviously aroused.  If she obeyed me, then I
knew she'd be mine.  Today would be a test.  Please, I begged silently,
please obey me.  We belong together and it's not just that once again I'm
alone.  The pleasure that I was feeling making her obey had to be the same
that Vera was feeling as she followed my orders.  We fit. A chime sounded
and two women entered the store together, gossiping and laughing, having
fun on an early morning shopping expedition.  I watched as Vera made her
way over to them, hesitating in her gait; she was scared.  They looked at
her with a mixture of shock and confusion.  Vera approached them and as I
instructed her to do, she parted her legs, revealing the core of her sex.
"Can I help you ladies?" Her voice was small. The two women, one blond and
the other brunette, both looked young at Vera; the blond one looked at Vera
and blushed while the brunette stepped back nervously.  "Uh, no," the blond
stammered, "we're fine." "Well, if you need any help, just let me know." I
could hear the weakness in her voice and I felt my pussy clench. Another
chime sounded and a couple walked into the store, hand in hand.  They
appeared to be in their mid-twenties.  The woman walked to a display of
pre-torn jeans, pulling her date, boyfriend, husband, I wasn't sure which
with her.  I couldn't tear my eyes away from Vera as she walked, naked to
the couple.  "Can I help you?" I nearly coughed with laughter as the man
said, "Maybe you should help yourself, first." Vera was blushing when the
woman scolded her and it made her look more innocent.  I saw movement by
the door as a woman came in with a child.  Without hesitating I made my way
to Vera and commanded her into the back.  She obeyed.  That was it; she
simply obeyed.  No hesitation, no questions; she just did as she was told.
She was obviously aroused, I could smell it on her and I smiled, knowing
she'd be mine. I finished ringing up two sales before the store was once
again empty.  I walked to the back and watched as Vera masturbated herself
to an obvious satisfying orgasm.  She was biting her hand and shaking as
she sat on the hard plastic chair that rested next to the break table.  I
had to applaud.  I was smiling at Vera whose face flared with color as I
said, "very nice." She gasped then and clutched her calves, pulling herself
into a tight ball.  I didn't think it was possible, but her blush deepened
down to her breasts.  I heard her squeak a nervous.  "Oh, my God," and I
had never wanted to taste her more than I did right then. I didn't give her
time to recover or clean up.  I wanted her to obey and needed her to
realize that she wanted to obey me, "Get back to work." I returned with a
smile to the register.  She would be mine. Only once during the day was an
issue made of Vera's nudity.  A man, about 20 years old came into the store
and when Vera took her humiliating pose, and it had to be humiliating,
didn't it?  He was rude and requested a blow job from Vera.  Vera stepped
away from him and spoke so softly that I could barely hear her. "You could
fuck me." I stepped between Vera and the rude bastard and spat venom, "Get
out of the store!" The young man looked at Vera and hastened to flee.  My
tone left no room for doubt that I would protect Vera and that I could
handle him.  "Don't worry about creeps like that," I said, trying to soothe
Vera with my soft words.  "I know how to handle them." Vera surprised me by
wrapping her arms around me and clutching me tight.  She whimpered, "Thank
you." "Get back to work," I said with a smile on her face, once again
taking charge.  Vera may have been the manager, but it was my store now.
"Yes, Ma'am." And she actually saluted me with a playful smile illuminating
her lovely face. The day went well after that.  Vera kept her poise even if
the blush never left her face.  I kept an eye on her and in her natural
state, I enjoyed the view.  She acted confident and seldom trembled and at
the end of the day, when I had to leave her alone to clean up the store, I
refused to give her the key to her locker even after making her beg for it,
and she actually thanked me for doing so, bowing her head as she spoke,
saying she was happy to have me playing with her.  Yes, she needed this and
I was more than happy enough to give it to her.  Surely Sharon would
understand. The next day, however, did not go as well.  Vera came to work
and stripped off her clothes and I once again took her key; I couldn't let
her cheat, after all.  However, two hours after the store opened Curtis
Kinsinton came into the store and in less than two minutes, with his voice
so loud customers couldn't help but look towards the back of the store,
Vera was fired.  I could hear him demand to know where her clothes were and
that she get dressed.  I felt myself rise up, wanting to protect her but
didn't know how.  Instead, feeling weak myself I went to Vera who stood
shaking in fear at Curtis and gave her the key to her locker.  I hated the
way I sounded when I spoke, "Here, I figured you'd need this." I squeezed
her hands compassionately and hugged her, wanting nothing more than to
protect her as I had done the day before.  I was impotent however and I
hated the feeling.  "Call me," was all I could say as I hastened back to
work. Curtis promoted me after making me promise to keep my clothes on and
I found that silly.  I didn't care about the promotion, I only wanted to
get to Vera and see how she was doing.  I was distracted the rest of the
day.  I got home that night and gave Vera a call but she never answered her
phone.  I hoped she was okay.  I left her a message to call me, leaving my
number in case she didn't have it. The next morning, as I was dressing for
work, my phone rang.  "Hello?" It was Vera.  My Vera.  "Hi.  I was
wondering if..." "Yes," I interrupted her.  Whatever the question was, the
answer was yes.  "I was so hoping you'd call.  I had so much fun playing
with you that I wanted it to continue.  Why don't you move in with me and
be my little plaything.  You can help with the rent and bills as soon as
you get another job, but until then, I am sure I can find ways for you to
earn your keep." I was rambling, so happy that she called me. "Thank you."
And with that, she accepted.  Life was good.