I imagine it was that I like the look of them on girls so much that I pushed past my 'non desire' for nylon to actually put a pair on. It also probabl... had to do with the fact that pantyhose were getting much smoother and stretchier right about that time. So for a huge part of my youth, I would sneak pantyhose out of my mom's 'old pantyhose bag'. I think every woman had one of those back then. I don't know if it was because they were luxury items back in the war day or what, but literally every. ”“I figured you’d be more concerned about fucking her, being with me and all,” she says nonchalantly.“Well, I am, I ... I mean, I wouldn’t think of...” he frowns. “I’m not helping myself here, am I?”“If I were a normal girlfriend, no you’re not,” she says smiling. “But I’m not normal, am I? Besides, I won’t tell if you won’t.”Right now, Casey doesn’t know what to think. Jessica has never mentioned him fucking anyone else ever. She has never hinted at a threesome, him being with another woman. We eventually exited it onto I-110, the Harbor Freeway, going south into South Central Los Angeles.We had previously decided to skip the northern areas of South Central, where the various colleges and the University of Southern California were located, feeling there wouldn’t be the kind of information there that we were seeking. Getting off of I-110 at exit 18B, West Slauson Ave., we worked our way through the area going south. We stopped at strip malls and other places where people were. I was trying to ease my conscience, butI wasn't doing a very good job of it.I finally found a phone booth next to a small neighborhood market. Myfirst call was to the police. I told them I was out walking my dog, whenI heard a violent argument and the sound of things being broken comingfrom the house. Adding that I thought there were two young ladies livingthere and they might be in need of some help. The officer asked my nameand address, but I hung up the phone, not wanting to get any.