My mom's sister, Heather would often visit our house, always dressed tothe nines. Smart business suits, dresses, beautiful make-up, and always,high he...ls and stockings. Just hearing the sound of her high heels asshe "click-clacked" around our kitchen, the smell of her perfume wouldsend me into a wonderful daze of hormonal lust. To hear the "swish" ofher stockings as she crossed and uncrossed her beautiful legs, one overthe other would make my little clitty hard as a rock. Once in a whileshe'd. She gathered her things and left, and I searched my scant wardrobe for a suitable dress.I showered and shaved my pits and my legs, moisturizing quickly afterward and hurrying to get ready. The closest thing I had to 'slinky' was a Navy Blue skirt and the matching jacket. The shirt that went with it was white with a ruffled front and short sleeves. I had a pair of short heels that would go with it too.The shirt was almost opaque but not quite, so I didn't wear a bra, thinking I'd tease her a. "Why?" I said nervously. "Just curious," he said. "Wait a minute," I said lifting the ashtray and depositing the halfsmoked ciggie in it I walked over to a small bookcase and looked for anovel finding the book in question I took out an old photo from thedustcover and walked back to the bed handing it to him "Which one are you?" he asked looking at the large black and white snapof a boy's football team with a trophy. "You work it out," I said taking a final draw from my cigarette andcrushing it. Now they were empty. A large chandelier burned brightly overhead, each of the hundreds of pieces of sparkling crystal hanging silently as though frozen in time. To the left and right, two wide curving stairways led to the balcony and restrooms.He climbed the stairs on the right, eager to find his wife, but fearing what may lie ahead. The carpet accepted each footstep, collapsing just enough under his weight, then rebounding, as if impatient to send him on his way. At the top of the stairs, an.