Next time we'll write some more. Don't look at any of it until we meet a third time. We'll trade pages and recite."And so the third time happened in t...e rehearsal space on Labor Day. I asked my sister to sketch whatever she saw. She wouldn't understand the words spoken. I wanted her to capture a visual impression. We read each other's nonsense silently, getting used to the scribble, hers easier than mine to decipher. Many pages had been scribed. We drew lines under passages. We waited for the. We had some nice sushi and then I opened a bottle of champagne and handed her a robe to put on."What are you up to, Derek? You're up to something, what is it?" Well, just get naked, slip on the robe and we'll watch the video I made of us having sex." You did it? It's all done? I never saw you doing it." That's the way you wanted it, right?" Yeah, I guess you hid it pretty well. Okay, let's see this masterpiece."I already knew it was really good. The lighting was crisp enough to get good video. Her black pants were more form fitting than anything she had worn at work. Her waist was so tiny. He could easily span them with his hands. It would probably only take a few licks to work his way across her flat tummy. And her hips were slender and athletic, and had a subtle sway that had his head moving minutely back and forth as though watching a miniature tennis match. He wished she would spin so he could see her ass. It was probably beautifully tight and rounded. She was magnificent.He. About my love of tights. Cross dressing. Everything. He said he had a crazy idea. He grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs to his mum's room. He said he knew where his mum kept all her special underwear. Said he wanted me to prove it to him. At first I felt embarrassed that we where going through his mums draws, but she did have some fantastic underwear. Basques and stockings. Lots of frilly things. Things I hadn't tried on. Sean threw a few things on to her bed and said to dress for him..