He couldn't hold down a job. And that made him angry. He was always so moody and angry. At what, I never knew. He and mom were always fighting. Then h... had enough. He packed his bags one night and that was the last that we ever saw him." she said plainly in the same voice reserved for talking about the Dow Jones."You were only 8. How did you mother take it?" She was lost. She was scared. She spent a long time complaining. I took care of myself for a while. And then she finally snapped out of. In the kitchen I could hear the kettle boiling, which meant I had verylittle time left. I grabbed my shirt from last night and a fresh pair ofjeans and wrestled myself into them in double quick time. But when Ireached for some socks, Emma stopped me with a sharp "No!" I would beallowed shoes, but not socks. I pulled the legs of my jeans down as lowas they would go, hoping no sight of the white stockings would showbetween trouser and shoe."Yes, a panty slut. If that's what the touch of nylon,. Opening one, then two buttons, then unzipping your pants. I run my hand over your hip, the material of your pants stretched over your feminine curve, so lovely and elegant. Down to the foot of he bed I step, untying and removing your shoes and thin socks. Stepping back up beside you ‘Lay on your back Stephanie,’ I ask of you in a whisper. You roll over and arch your back, lifting your butt off the bed and letting me pull your pants down over your hips. I pull your pants completely off your legs. The salon owner grinned and said, "Girls, why don't yougreet each other with a hug and a kiss?" Ummm... OK," Juli demurely said.She stood up and despite also being a virgin to heels, did not wobbleand looked very graceful doing so. She tentatively approach a stunnedLucy."Hi Pops... sorry. I mean... good afternoon, Nana," she cooed as shegently placed her manicured hands on Lucy's bare shoulders, whilegently kissing her cheek. The suddenly stunning patriarch returned thefavor, kissing Juli's.