My sister and I had played dress-up before, but I hadnever ventured hose or tights or dressed in women's clothes when I wasalone. I still don't know w...at drove me to try on my mother's pantyhosethat day, but that event has proven one of the most importantwatersheds in my life. From that day forward I indulged in the joys ofwearing pantyhose at every opportunity and fortunately there were many.My sister Julie was involved in a plethora of school activities and mymother wore skirts and hose to. ” She was silent for a little longer.“Why can’t you ever have me?”“I don’t know, because you knew that I liked you, but you never acted on it, I was your game, nothing that you could take seriously.”Something struck her, and struck her hard. Her eyes started welling up. After a few tears speckled my face, she put her head down into my sheets beside my ear.“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I didn’t know.”Her crying was very conflicting. I had always wanted to be there for her and comfort her tears,. My slow pace didn’t affect my overly energetic collie in the slightest other than forcing her to cover even greater distances between running off and returning.I got one reasonable shot of a local village but with an inquisitive six year old (is there any other type?) along, I was limited with my camera work.On the way back my little friend was enthralled with a tractor that was working in a local field. She told me she had always wondered why some people had those big awkward. I brought out the two mugs of coffee while Jordan brought her drink and the plate of cookies.We chatted for a few minutes and I noticed that Jordan stayed close to her mother's side. Trish paused as if she was thinking about something. "I hope I'm not being too nosy, but what do you do for a living? You always seem to be out and about in the afternoons." You're not being nosy at all. I work from home..." and I told Jordan's mom essentially what I'd told Jordan. " ... so this means that I can.