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Everyone was looking forward to the Alpha’s Halloween Party on Saturday night, including Kendra. She definitely needed some release from all the studying that she had been doing nonstop since the semester started in the fall.

Her roommate, Lauren, had invited her to the frat party with some of her girlfriends who were going. They had just gotten back from the library studying for their midterms. The girls had wanted to do an all night session, but grew drowsy.

“Ken, you need to go out with us and have a good time for a change. This party is going to have a lot of fine guys there.”

“Yeah, fine, white guys. What am I going to do with a white guy?” Kenda asked with a smirk.

“You know very well the answer to that question is. The same thing you can do with a black guy, an Asian guy, a Hispanic guy, and so on,” she exclaimed and both of them giggled.

“Oh, I guess I’m just nervous since its been awhile since I have been on a date let alone went to a party were I’m to converse with the opposite sex.”

“It’s nothing. You know what they say, it’s like riding a bicycle,” Lauren said.

“Although there is this one guy who is gorgeous and all the girls, including myself, are drooling all over him. Some of the guys that play on the other side of the team, like to consider him eye candy. His name is Ryan Quinn from Georgia if you want to know,” she confided rising on eye brow up. “That’s his fraternity so I am sure he is going to be there.”

“I don’t see how you could have missed him. He’s in the coffee shop all the time,” Lauren continued to say.

“Well, maybe if I saw him, then I would know how you were talking about. You know I don’t pay too much attention to those things. Maybe I should if he looks as good as you say he does. Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” she asked.

“No, they say he likes to play the field. You know, that he’s a playa,” she said with a laugh. “Other people think that he is a real snob and conceited like he is God’s gift to women.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound so good. He seems to me like a big jerk,” said Kendra.

“Your lips to God’s ears girl,” agreed Lauren. “But it doesn’t hurt to look.

Kendra was really grateful for getting such a nice roommate that was always looking out for her best interests. She had no trouble getting dates with guys on campus. Lauren was taller than Kendra by a couple of inches who was a natural red head. Her classic beauty showed in her peaches and cream skin which sported freckles and anyone could always see when she was excited or embarrassed when her cheeks grew red every time she blushed.

Kenda was more of a natural beauty, but really wasn’t aware of it. She wasn’t aware of a lot of things since she always had her nose in a book or hard at work at the campus coffee shop. She had smooth, flawless milk chocolate skin that made guys want to take a bight. She was about 5 foot 6 inches and an athletic body type. Her long black hair framed her oval face nicely when she wore it down, but instead it always stays in a ponytail.

“So, what are you going as?” asked Kendra as they entered there room and put their book bags on their desks.

“I think I’ll go s Catwoman or a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader? What about you?”

“I have no idea. I didn’t think it was going to be that elaborate. But it could be more fun that way.”

“Well, I was planning on going to a costume shop that was out of the way. The one close to campus is all out of the good stuff,” Lauren offered.

“That sound like a plan. Thank you so much. What would I do without you?”

“Yeah, maybe I should go as your Fairy Godmother,” Lauren said and they laughed some more.

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Kendra and Lauren had made plans to meet after Lauren’s 2 o’clock class. Kendra was nervous in hoping that they would find something decent in such a short time. Lauren drove them to a place that certainly was out of the way, it was in the South part of town, way south.

They entered the establishment: SOUL COSTUME EMPORIUM

The girls entered and were accosted by a pale young lady who wasn’t that much older than they were. They assumed that she was the salesgirl. Her long black hair went down to her waist and framed her round face. Her fingernails were painted in black and she had on a black dress that flattered her thin, but curvaceous body.

“Welcome to Soul Custom Emporium. My name is Sheila. How may I help you?” she said with a smile.

“Well, were just looking around to see if anything jumps out at us, if you know what I mean?” said Lauren in her joking manner.

“Yeah, me too. We’ll call you if we need anything,” said Kendra, looking around the store.

“Be my guest. If you need me for anything, I’ll be close by. Take your time, said Sheila and then she disappeared through a pair of racks with hundred costumes.

The roommates walked around not knowing where to begin. There were costumes everywhere. So much to choose. They were there what seemed for hours, but they were getting an idea of what they liked. Lauren was first in choosing an evening gown with a crown and a sash that read: MISS America.

“How cool is that. It even says who you are so if some asks you, all you have to do is point to the sash.”

“Yeah, or maybe I can do something more with it like have my neck look like it was slit, you know.”

“Or do a ‘CARRIE’ bit with blood in your hair, but I don’t think you can get anything on the dress.”

“Yeah, you right. So have you found anything or gotten an idea?” she asked Kendra.

“Not yet. Why don’t you go and try on that dress and make sure it fits.”

“Okey dokey,” and with that Lauren disappeared into the back of the shop.

Kendra continued her search and then came across a big black ‘thing’ of cloth. She was curious as to see what exactly it was that was hangout awkwardly off the rack. She pulled out the dress from the hanger it hanged on and was surprised to see that it was just hanging off the hanger lopsidedly. It felt like satin and was black as coal. It looked like one of those dresses from the 18th or 19th century. It even had the hoop skirt to go underneath so that it had that ‘bell’ shape. A southern bell. Her? It would be something. A black girl going to the ball in a dress like that. Her ancestors would probably turn in their graves.

She took the dress and headed towards the back of the shop.

Kendra called out to Lauren and said, “Hey Lauren, I think I found something. I’m in the stall right next to you. Did the dress fit.”

“Hold on I’m almost done. I’m trying to get the zipper up.”

“Why didn’t you say something? Let me help you.”

They both came out of their stall and Lauren turned around so Kendra could zip her up. When she did, Lauren turned around and gave one of those beauty queen waves.

“When I am Miss America I will work towards ending worlds hunger, war and strive for world peace.”

“There she is, Miss America,” sang Kendra. Both girls laughed in amusement.

“So, what did you find?” asked Lauren.

“It looks like a dress from the Civil War time,” she said.

“Wow, I always loved those dresses. Well, hurry up and try it on,” Lauren demanded.

Kendra went into the stall and got the dress on, with everything. It even had a purse with a fan and gloves inside that came up her forearm.

“You know what this reminds me of, and this would be so cool,” said Kendra.

“What? What?” Lauren said growing impatient.

“Scarlett O’Hara in Gone with the Wind. Her mourning dress when her first husband dies and they go to a fundraising ball. She gives her wedding ring away and dances with Rhett Butler.”

“Oh my God. That’s cool. You’ll go as Scarlett. But you need a veil.”

“I’m sure I can get one in this place. Where is the sales lady?” she asked as she turned herself around in front of the mirror. The dress covered every inch of her. She couldn’t even see her feet, just her hands and her face.

“I’ll go get her!” exclaimed Lauren who was excited to see the full custom but together.

Kendra decided to put the gloves on and stepped back from the mirror to have a better view. The dress had a built in girdle so it synched in at the waist. The dress surprising took all of her cleavage, but made them look big underneath all the fabric.

Lauren came back shortly with Sheila, in hand had a black veil.

“And now you have the final touch,” said Sheila starting to help her with the veil. “Now, you will be transformed into character.”

“Wait!” said Kendra. Then she proceeded to take the rubber band out of her hair to let her hair down.

“I want to see the full effect,” she said as she let Sheila help her with the veil.

“So, I will be going as Scarlett, the widow. Fiddle Dee Dee,” she said with the infamous pout.

“You know, I don’t think I will let anyone see me. Just keep the veil down, it’s dark enough and I can see through it just fine. All they will have is this vision of beauty and my southern accented voice.

“Thank you Sheila, I think we have what we came for,” said Lauren as she headed toward her stall to change back into her clothes.

“You most certainly did,” Sheila said with a grin. “Ya’ll come up front when your ready to check out, then she disappeared back into the store.

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Kendra and Lauren were too excited. Lauren’s friends said that they would all meet at the frat house that evening around 9 o’clock. The girls started to get ready after they had something to eat. You never know what or if they would be serving anything edible at the house, so to be safe, they ate first.

Lauren decided that she would have blood across the front of her neck, stating that a jealous contestant from West Virginia slashed her throat. She is the ghost of Miss America determined to fulfill her reign as Miss America, for eternity.

“I like that. That works for me,” nodded Kendra on agreement.

Kendra had put on everything for her costume’s full effect. She had on black from head to toe. Even she wasn’t sure if it was he or not. The dress had to be maneuvered so it would get caught on anything and hoped that when she sat down her dress wouldn’t fly up and hit her in the face. She had black stocking and black low heeled Mary Janes to wear underneath the dress and she just used the gold ring with a heart on it from her right hand and used it as a wedding ring on her left ring finger.

“Well honey, I don’t know about you,” Kendra said in her best southern drawl and waving her fan about her face, “but I’m just about ready to go.”

“So am I,” Lauren said as she was adjusting her crystal crown on her head and then picked up a bouquet of a dozen artificial red and black roses. She looked great with her big poofy pageant hair and long fake nails.

The girls took Laurens car because there was no way that Kendra could be able to drive in her dress.

They arrived at the frat house and saw that there were a lot of people there already. They met Lauren’s friends Tracy and Kelly in the front lawn. Tracy had on a Super Girl costume on and Kelly was dressed up as Morticia from the Adams Family.

“Hey girls, this is my roommate I’ve been telling you about, Kendra these are my friends Tracy and Kelly.” They all said their hellos.

“You guys look great. Now explain what you are supposed to be,” said Tracy with a bright smile.

They both went into their explanations and told them where they found their costumes. The girls were really impressed.

“Are you guys ready to go in?” Kelly asked in her Morticia voice, “I am to meet Gomez by the mantle. Follow me so you can meet him.” They all giggled and went inside.

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The party seemed to be one its way and the house were already packed by the time the girls were there for about an hour. It was a good thing that the weather was cool because Kendra’s dress could get hot.

‘How did the women back then ever live day to day in these dresses,’ she thought to herself.

She was having a good time and meeting a lot of people. Especially the guys. Come to find out, Kendra was considered a big mystery that captivated everyone. Her persona of Scarlett was a big hit and everyone wanted to talk to her.

One person that wanted to meet her was a U.S. Army solider. By the look of the uniform, it was the new uniform issued after the Civil War that resembled the Union’s uniform. He took the opportunity to go and meet her.

“Good evenin’ Miss. I’m Lieutenant Philip R. Evingston. Nice to meet your acquaintance, he said making his introduction. She put her right hand out for him to kiss it.

“I know I am not going by normal channels to and wait to have an introduction from your chaperone, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh Lieutenant, you are too kind. I am by far many years past the schoolroom in my daddy’s house, but the please is all mine meeting you. I’ve always had a soft spot for a man in a uniform. Even though it looks like he fought for the other side.”

“Oh no ma’am. All us southern boys have got to were the Union’s blue, now that there is but one Army.

“Thank you for clarifying that for me.”

“My pleasure,” he said. “So, may I ask you what your name is?”

“Oh goodness, where are my manners?” she said. “I’m Scarlett O’Hara Hamilton Kennedy. But you can call me Scarlett, all my friends do.”

“My so many names Ms. Scarlett. Why is that?”

“Well, it’s the reason why I came in my mourning clothes. Black from head to toe. My first husband, he died in the war.”

“The war? Which one, the Mexican or Civil War?”

“Why, the Civil War. Then my second husband, that’s where I get Kennedy, he dies defending my honor.”

“Well, God Lord. What for?”

“What for? What do you mean by that? Don’t you think I would be worth fighting for, Lieutenant?”

“Of course Scarlett. I didn’t mean to upset you. If I had to defend you, I would make every effort to come back to your lovin’ arms. And please, call me Philip; we are friends now, ain’t we.” She thought his southern drawl was cute, sexy and very natural.

“Uh, yes we are, Philip,” she said almost in a fluster. “I was a Butler, but that husband left me.”

“Left you, was he mad?”

“Some say he was, but when I realized that I loved him it was too late.”

“Oh, let us not talk anymore about that. Would you like to dance?” he said as he put his elbow out for her to take and put her hand in the crook of his arm.

As she took it she said, “No Philip, I can’t, I’m in mourning remember. It ain’t lady like and it would be scandalous. Why don’t we just take a walk and you can show me around?”

They walked around the huge frat house first floor and the backyard. Then he took her upstairs and showed it was mostly made up of bedrooms. They walked to end of the hallway and saw that the last room’s door was open and about 6 people were in there.

“Can we join you?” asked Philip as they entered.

“Sure, come in, man. Oh, you brought Scarlett,” said his fellow frat brother who was dressed up as the Phantom of the Opera.”

Everyone was sitting on the floor, so they all moved to make room for the additions. Philip helped Kendra to sit down on the floor. Kendra was very graceful and knelt down while her dress spread around her like a bell. Philip was so fascinated by her and thought that she was adorable. Like a little china doll.

Then she noticed it. A glass bottle in the middle of the circle. Great, just great.

“I know what this is. I haven’t played this in ages.”

“Well, Ms. Scarlett, we have changed the rules. Do you think you will have a problem with that, and will you be able to handle the consequences?” asked the girl in a French maid costume. There’s one at every party.

“Why no, I have no problem. And as for the consequences, well as I always say, ‘I’ll think about it tomorrow, because tomorrow is another day’,” she said as they can hear the smile in her voice. No one has seen her under her veil and was still the big mystery. Philip understood the saying about leaving things to the imagination. All he could think about was what was under the veil, her gloves, and her skirt!

They played and spun the bottle with innocent kisses to start with all around. Kendra would only lift the veil just a tad to give a kiss. It was really funny and a fun challenge for all the guys. She even kissed Philip just a couple of times. He loved the way she smelled, the way she tasted. He couldn’t get enough. He hated to see the other guys kiss her. She belonged to him.

Suddenly, the rules were to change and more serious petty was permitted. They were to go into the closet and be paired off. Luck was on his side and Scarlett was paired off with him.

“Well honey, I alone won’t be able to fit into that there closet with my dress and all.”

“I will take you someplace private then. Let me help you up,” he said as he got up and then helped her up.

“You’ve got thirty minutes, dude,” said the Phantom of the Opera.

Philip and Kendra left the room and went into another room across the hall. They entered the dark room and Philip locked the door behind them so they wouldn’t be disturbed. He reached for the light but she stopped him.

“No, leave it off. I want it to be completely dark,” she commanded.

“Why Scarlett? I want to see you,” he pleaded.

“I told you, I’m in mourning. But I’ll tell you what, we can do whatever you want, just keep the light off. Anything,” she said in a seductive whisper.

“Well, as you wish, we can leave the light off,” he said with some laughter.

Philip took her by the hand and they stood by the bed. He felt his way up to her veil and took it off.

“How is it that you knew your way around this room so well?” she asked with curiosity in her voice.

“Because it’s my room Ms. Scarlett,” he said with a shy laugh. “Are you mad at me?”

“No Philip, actually I’m glad.”

He came closer to her and kissed her on the lips, mindful of her skirt.

“Here, why don’t you help me with this dress? It seems to be in the way, Lieutenant.”

Philip felt her arms and then moved his hands to her shoulders and down her back. He felt the zipper and unzipped her dress. He bent down to kiss her neck and behind her ears. Kendra let out a deep sigh. Philip had wonderful hands. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this way.

In the dark, all of their senses were more focused on each other. Every curve. Every hair.

Every goose bump. Just every detail of one another. Kendra was facing Philip and had her hands on the side of his arms and then on to his back back. Philip removed the top of her dress and felt her soft skin. She was so soft and warm beneath his fingers. He then helped her out of the rest of her clothes. Even in the dark as she stood completely naked, Kendra was still self conscious.

She did the same for him. They removed his belt that had a sword on it. He was careful to put that on his dresser so that neither one of them would get hurt. His jacket, pants and underwear went and they stood completely naked in front of each other in the dark.

He picked her up and put her in the middle of the bed and lay next to her. He took her lips and kissed her like he was savoring his favorite glass of wine. She wrapped her arms around him and he felt like he was surrounded by electrical static that made every nerve ending in his body sensitive to her every touch.

Kendra could not believe what she was doing, but she did not want it to end, even if it was for one night. She wanted to touch him everywhere. Kendra moved from under him and was on top of him. She kissed him everywhere starting with his neck all the way down to his waist. He had his hands in her soft silky hair and urged her to continue down.

Kendra found what she was looking for. His cock was thick and already hard. She kissed his shaft which sent shivers down his spine. As she kissed and licked the tip of his cock she took hold of balls and massaged them.

“That feels so good, babe,” he said and moaned with pleasure.

“Is your room clean?” I barked, now disgusted with this stud, yet looking ahead to using his body…only his body…the next time with impunity. “I’m coming into town to see more sights tomorrow and I need a ride. If your room’s not spotless, including the toilet – if you have one – the next time you’ll see me is when you take us to the airport. Now get me home. I wanta see my daughter.”

Not a word was said until Sam bade me goodbye at our bungalow. I walked in and Luala and JJ had just finished an afternoon nap, which I interrupted by telling JJ that the Chief’s computer had arrived. He threw on a pair of shorts and went outside, as Luala covered her stunning nakedness with a Japanese sleeping robe. Reveling in my new power position, I drew myself to my full height of 5′4″ and looked down on her.

“JJ tells me you’re staying with us when you go to school.”

“Yes, Audr…Ginny. I am most grateful,” she said, fawning. “I will be your servant,” she said, placing her palms together and bowing slightly.

You don’t know the half of it, I thought, as I stared her down. “While you’re here, I need to shower and clean up. Will you help me, please?” I asked.

“It would be my pleasure,” she murmured, following me out back to the shower where I stripped, handing her a “lofa” sponge and some soap, as she began washing me from stem to stern.

I knew that JJ would be busy the rest of the day – perhaps all evening – installing the Chief’s computer with Muana and linking it to one of two phone lines into the village. In the meantime, I spent a couple of hours with Andi to acquaint her with Luala, who was to be our live-in nanny, and deposited my daughter in the kids’ compound to return to our bungalow. I needed to get to know Luala and plan for the next couple of days. She and I dined together, she brushed my hair until I moaned with pleasure, and both of us went to bed together…seemingly the most natural thing in the world. She was quite aggressive as a body servant and pleased me greatly.

JJ stumbled in very late to disturb our sleep – Luala’s and mine – our naked bodies entwined in post-Sapphic slumber. Rousing, I watched her…and helped her…take advantage of his stiff, Viagra-stimulated erection. As I drifted off to sleep, I hoped that my departed mother-in-law, Lee, understood that I was sharing in the care of her husband…with the aid of a young island beauty of his own choosing.

“Please vote and send constructive feedback. The next chapter continues Ginny’s island adventures. ”