My sister told me not to drink but she wasnt the boss of me. I could take care of myself. She warned me about the guys at the party. They only wanted ...ne thing but she was wrong. His name was Jeff and he was interested in getting to know me. He hadnt touched me inappropriate once. What did She know anyways. He said he was tired of shouting and asked me to follow him upstairs. I thought about it and wasnt sure. He could see that I was worried about being alone with him. I barely knew him. He. In short time, she was outside, again in her short shorts and a tight t-shirt. She brought me a cold drink and stood my me watching as I changed the alternator. I had her reach over and help and purposely dropped a wrench or too that I asked her to get down and crawl under the car to retrieve for me. She knew I was looking, I knew she was looking. When I was finished, I said I need to wash up. She let me to the main bathroom where I washed up, taking my shirt off to rinse and dry I walked. Thankyou, 1960s! Rock and roll changed everything for the better.On a typical day, I would run home and start changing. First, cottonpanties. I wanted silk or at least satin, but mom said they would comelater. Still, cotton panties were panties! Then the tights. I was verycareful to keep my toenails trimmed and to pull the tights on slowly.They felt like a second skin. Better than that, really. I guess they feltlike an angel running her fingers along my skin from my toes to my hips.I won't lie. Not unless they proved to be crazy psycho women, and maybe not even then ... How bad or crazy could two women willing to share a guy and nurse back to health be, anyway? I might have had a screw loose myself, but I wasn’t an idiot. I knew Penelope somewhat well and she had only surprised me with the extent of her loving, nurturing ways ... I knew her mother not at all until the night before and my first impression was that of a mother hen, but a very sweet and sexy one. No, I wasn’t a dumbass,.