I’d been driving for years and had never been in a wreck, but the guy in front of me slammed on his breaks and just stopped out of nowhere. I didn�...t have any time to react.While I was waiting on my dad to get back in the car and tell me how bad it was, I realized he was talking to our neighbor, Mr. Johnson. Tom he liked to be called. Tom was good looking but what most people would call a “dirty old man.” He was always trying to look down my shirt or “accidently” brush against my ass or my tits. She smiled and said invitingly, “Well, come on in. We’ve been waiting for you, Sam. My name is Cheryl. Just pull straight ahead once the gate opens and I’ll come out and meet you at the first building on the left.”Sure enough, the gate swung open and pulled forward and down a slight incline into the town. The mountains rose steeply on either side, with a quaint little town nestled between them like something from a Swiss postcard. The first building on the left appeared to be something of a. " Oh yes you do. These are yours, I bought them this afternoon."With that, she rummaged in a bag and produced a pair of what I now knoware sandals with a 3" Italian heel and fine ankle strap in a burgundyleather. Then they were just scary shoes."Get your shoes and socks of and put these short nylons on. You will thenbe able to fit the sandals."I was a bit in shock and did not protest. The nylon short stockings feltvery different to my socks and the shoes were a shock. I am 5 foot 8inches and. That permission isn’t likely to be forthcoming, but if it was, and was sincere, then I wouldn’t feel I was violating my rule.”“So, what are you going to do?” Jackie asked.“I have no idea,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “Maybe I’ll get married first and I’ll have an out!”“Stephie would be a very happy woman if that were the case!”“I’m not making any comments on whom at this point. It’s a long ways away so I have time to figure it out.”She cocked her head and looked impishly at me. “Of course,.