Over it would go a white pinafore apron with a full bib,ruffled straps over the shoulders and long ties that would make a prettybow in back. The apron...skirt was two inches shorter than the dress andhad a ruffled hem. Unlike the dress, the apron was trimmed with lace, aswas the matching maid's hairpiece.The underwear included panties (it felt silly to think of them as"pants"), a matching bra and a waist cincher, all in white satin. Thecincher was like a short corset, starting under my bra,. I didn't even know her name.A minute passed by, and I could hear the rustling of footsteps coming down the stairs. Waiting for the door to open, I could feel that all too uncomfortable trickle of sweat run down my back, this was going to be another hot day. The door opened and here was her daughter. Not what I was expecting. Stef was short, and she was quite tall, maybe 5'10" and guessing a weight of 130lbs, her bikini barely contained her very athletic body. Short brown hair, dark tan skin,. "The first time I wore them I got a couple of wolf whistles from myfriends. Oh well, I guess I can hope that the batteries for the LEDswear out soon...... Just in case, though, I rummaged around in the trashand found my old basketball clothes and shoes that Mom had thrown out,and I hid them in the garage so that I could still wear them when I wasplaying basketball whenever Mom wasn't around.It's not only the car she doesn't want me to work on. Just aboutanything that could involve any kind of. So, we are back to where I came in. It feels like I’m wasting my time. I will take my leave now.”“Wait a minute. You wanted my advice. I gave it to you. I’m sorry you feel as though you wasted your time. I think I gave you sound advice. It may not have been what you wanted to hear. But I honestly believe you need to come to terms with where you are going to live on your own. I said what I did concerning staying in the neighborhood because you could be a leader for this neighborhood. I think you.