I remember where I met her, and why I enjoy her teasing me like this.I stopped at the Club Pussycat to see the strippers. I knew a couple of women fro... previous visits, but there were always new strippers to see. I sat at the bar and ordered a beer. One of the new women came over and sat next to me. She had shoulder length brunette hair and a sophisticated face. She was wearing a nice beige blouse and a dark brown skirt."Hi, what's your name?" She put her hand out.I took her hand, and kissed. “Care to explain?”I sat there silently. I couldn’t think of any words.“I know you’ve been watching me. I found the mess you made on my window. I don’t mind so much for me, but when I found your signature on my daughters’ window that was too much.”“I’m sorry,” I stammered.“I need more than that, young man. I can pick up the phone and call the police. I have no problem doing that.”“I’m sorry,” I said again.“We’ve covered that.”“I…I…I’m sorry, ma’am. I just came out here from the city and I. It was rough going thru the thick picky briar and bushes and trees in the dark, but he finally made his way to the long graveled drive. He walked what seemed to be miles and was exhausted when he reached the house.He blew out the lantern and sat for a bit to catch his breath. The cool night air and walk had sobered him up some. He looked up at the big house and he could see light coming from an upstairs bedroom. It looked to be the same room that they had seen, him and the constable, that had. Come with me sweetie," she added. Then before Timmycould head for the door Madge grabbed him by the wrist and with the newstockings in her other hand led him back to her master bedroom! She saton the edge of her bed and pulled him down to sit beside her. She thengathered one of the beige nylon stockings, rolled it up and then forcedit down over Timmy's head! She quickly gathered the other stocking, theshiny sheer fabric zipping as Madge pulled it over the first stocking,the second one.