"Hey, kids," he said finally, "Why don't you two go get dressed, and then we can all get together and have some breakfast?" Sure, Dad," Tyler, the nor...al leader said. "What are we going to have for breakfast?" I don't know," Dave shrugged. "How about pancakes and sausage?"It was an easy one to get his attention; Dave knew it was his favorite, and he'd be able to hurry Cameron along. "I'd like that," Tyler smiled. "Are you going to make them or is Aunt Shae?" We'll both work on it," Dave. "Very good everyone. Hey? You a mommy honey?" Ms. Kay asked.Mark, not knowing the woman was talking to him ignored the question.No one paid any attention to her question."Hey, you, what's your name? Mister? You hard of hearing or what?"Ms. Kay asked."What? I'm Mark," Mark asked when it was clear she was looking at him."Okay Mark. I asked you if you are a mommy," Ms. Kay asked."Do I look like a mommy?" Mark asked sarcastically."Mark? Can I tell you something and you promise not to get mad. The toilet tank in the tiny restroom was cracked and slowly dripping, I propped my canteen under it to fill. She got to her feet warily when I returned, holding a short length of shattered 2×4. I gave her a wide berth and dragged some noisy sheet metal scrap into the doorway to act as an alarm. ‘We should stay here for the night. We can take turns watching while the other catches some sleep,’ I offered. ‘In the morning I’ll clear away this crap. Maybe we can find some breakfast under it.’ She. The softness of the underwear and the faint perfumed aroma coming from the depths of the wardrobe had me in a state of sexual abandon. As my eyes wandered around the old piece of furniture, there was a sliding drawer marked 'hosiery'. As I tentatively slid the drawer out, my eyes were greeted by a collection of freshly laundered nylon in many colours. I was unaware that there was any other colour apart from tan! There were stockings in colours of black, white, red and shades of greys and brown..