Her apartment used to be her one precious place. It had been the proof of her pride and independence. Now it looked empty. It seemed small and insigni...icant. Her boss at the restaurant called her the second day she was back. He asked her if she'd returned to stay. She said she wasn't sure. He said she could start again this same day. She had been missed sorely. She thanked him and said she'd think about it. Then she went to the beach and cried.It took her another day to call the number. No one. ‘I really like how these feel against my skin. Should I put them on for you?’ She takes one stocking, and bunches it up. Her knee is pulled up to her chest as she sits, allowing her to pull the bundled up nylon over the toes of her right foot. She slowly inches the material up her ankle, then over her calf, sliding over the knee, and then fully stretches it out at mid-thigh. The non-slip material in the band holds it in place against her skin. Right leg drops, and the left one comes up. Looking. I got up and walked away from him. I put my thong back on and proceeded to walk to the door. ?Is this all done now?’ ‘Are you going to undo me now?? He asked. ?Nope this is only the beginning for you.? I said with a big smile on my face. He looked really scared and uncomfortable. But too bad for him he was going to suffer. That was the most disgusting thing I have ever done. I was really terrified at this point. I had dabbled with golden showers with some girlfriends of mine in the. They were married the following fall. Twenty years later, and Steve and Janie were as happy as ever. One evening though, Janie was clearly out their bedroom cupboard when a box fell from the top shelf and burst open as it crashed onto the bedroom floor, spilling three black and white sketches that were as beautiful as anything Janie had ever seen. The detail of the lines, the use of nothing but charcoal, yet telling a story in vivid colour was awe-inspiring. Janie was no art critic but they.