Allison told John about her friend Lisa, then arranged to meet her at their favorite restaurant. John got a table at a distance away to watch over his slave.
Allison wore a black dress so short that the control top band of her opaque black tights can be seen. Her friend Lisa came into the restaurant a few minutes late. Like many young women her age, she was bare legged though she was wearing a pair of shorts that shows off her stunningly long legs.
When Lisa saw what Allison was wearing, she gave her friend a disapproving frown.
"Don't tell me you've joined the black tights brigade, Allison!" Lisa admnoished her friend.
After a hug, Allison sat down, crossed her black hosed legs and smiled vacantly. "These tights are wonderful, Lisa! They are the most comfortable pair of tights I have ever worn. I love them. You will too, once you wear them."
"Don't be ridiculous, I hate wearing nylons." Lisa grimmaced. "They're so uncomfortable. I swear they were created by men to torture women!"
Lisa continued to smile vacantly at her friend. Lisa began to think that something was odd with Allison, as if she was drunk or high on drugs.
