A woman walking by herself late at night, wellyou know."I said, "Thank you Noy, I will be careful."I said to myself, "He didn't recognise me," and of ... went as happy as agirl can be.I was walking around the town, looking in the shop windows and having thebest time of my life that I could remember, and I got some admiringglances from some men who passed by, it was quite thrilling and gave megoose bumps up my spine. I must have spent about two hours wanderingaround, gaining more and more. I made phone contact with one, and set up an "information-gathering" session while Paul was away on a three-day business trip.The photogapher was a very pleasant guy named Jim, about five years older than me. I wasn't prepared for how charming and handsome he was. We talked, and I explained how it would be for a birthday present for my husband."Ah," he smiled, "some birthday suits for the birthday boy. Nice. Want some wine?"I said yes, and we drank a glass while discussing the photo styles.. “Oh yes, look at this!” He exclaimed. Her red lacy bra on display. He pulled it down and her perky young breasts popped out of their cups. He mouth latched on to a tit and sucked. Lindsay gasped at the feeling of Mr Anderson’s mouth at her nipple. His teeth grazed her areola and she shuddered. “Sensitive huh?” He came up for air and then proceeded to start on the other tit. When he bit down on this nipple she cried out. Loudly. Mr Anderson, conscious of his secretary outside, pulled the girl's. I knew I wasn't likely to ever get one, since it was hardly necessary for the functions I was already performing.I also learned how Frieda managed to perform that marvelous walk of hers, though I wouldn't have it down perfectly until I gave myself taller heels - and the proper feet to wear them - much later in life.Looking back on this event some people have said it was my first flash of true awareness, even if it didn't last beyond the moment. I won't dispute this. I did just describe this as,.