A few minutes later we were stopped by red traffic lights as we waited.Others car now appeared to my left and I tried to sink lower into thecar. "Rela...," he laughed, "if they notice you, all they?ll see is anattractive lady...." he said, adding, "...and lorry drivers might justget a eyeful of those glorious nylon covered legs your displaying!"My coat had of course opened up a little and in my seated positioncaused my skirt to expose my sheer black nylon encased knees. I clampedthem tightly. But I’m glad you told me, babylove. Really I am.”Relieved. “We’re not going to ... she said we’ll ... wait.”“Good. Tell Pilar she can talk to me anytime. To Vanessa too.”It was time to do something I’ve been looking forward to for a while. No, I wasn’t practicing deferred gratification. Never been much good at that. It’s just I’ve been so damned busy with my caseload, our family, life.There’s an Overland Park maggot name Darrel Clemson. I’d been keeping a loose eye on him, making sure he was. "Uhh, there's a three way mirror out here in the hallway if you want to get a better view."Wow, my heart was pounding. This was the very first time a girl had ever seen me in pantyhose. I removed the skirt and took off my white tee. I took the button down blouse off it's hanger and stepped out into the hallway. Suddenly I could hear Emily burst into laughter. "Oh my God are you serious?" They were both giggling. There I was standing in front of the three way mirror in nothing but a pair of. He grabbed my hand softly, moving it away, looking me straight in the eyes. "Show me," he whispered. "Show you what?" I said confused. "Show me your scars."My heart stopped. I was not one to flaunt my scars. I tried to keep them as hidden as possible.His hand touched the cuff of my hoodie, and he slowly pushed up the sleeve. I watched him as he revealed my scars, waiting for his reaction. They weren't that bad. They had faded after several years, but they were still visible. He took his hand,.