Two-elephant. Three-elephant."I didn't mean... It's not that... I..."I grinned. "Robbie, it's time to breathe now."I waited while she relaxed. After a...second, she grinned back and side-armed the ball to me."You're right," I said. "This is a little over-the-top, even for Parker. But to understand, you have to think like an aging bureaucrat." I'm not sure I can."I tossed the ball, then waved toward the swing set. We grabbed the Cokes and went to sit down. "The first thing you have to realize is. . I dressed in all that pink, softsilky stuff, hitched up the panty hose and put on my shirt, tie andsuit. For some reason the shirt and suit material felt rough where Inever noticed it before but underneath this sandpaper cloth, all washeaven. I'm done and ready. I won't screw up on my first work dayanyway. Funny I didn't even find dressing this way unusual at allconsidering the circumstances and controlling female environmentcoupled with my desperate need for paid gainful employment.I thought. ”“Stravinsky, dear,” she said, rustling his hair. “Not old.”Taylor smiled at him. The child had said ‘Strah-riy,’ which was one of the more common ways to say something was old. The five-year-old had jumbled the word with the unknown name, switching it the way children sometimes do in every language.The correction bounced off the child, who went back to eating.“His piano teacher is having a recital at the park with some of his older students.”“Hopefully your mother lets you play at the park. I could see the white cotton material of my panties as they crossedmy cheek beneath the skirt. The seam was well entrenched into the fleshas they were still quite tight. I ran my fingers under the seam andtried to clear the material from wedging into my crack, but to no avail.They were simply too tight. My waistline was the same as before, but myskirt barely crested the halfway mark of my butt, leaving the bottomhalves of my cheeks exposed. I didn't notice before as it washappening, but my.