. for the busiest full week in the Christmas selling season. In fact,” he added, “we haven’t come close to totaling it up, but it wouldn’t sur...rise me if it was two weeks’ Christmas business! How’s that for ‘why’?”“But how... ?” I stammered. Meanwhile, Kris had just been watching the exchange, fascinated.“The Dawsons is how. Those women are the greatest asset we have! Now why don’t you come and meet them?” As he said that, I noticed him giving Kris a very strange look.We followed him in and. " Well, as I said, you were a good girl," she said, "Now that you own afew bras aren't you excited to start wearing them?" Yes mother, I can't wait to get home and put one on," I lied."I remember when Kim got her first bra, she was so excited," my mothersaid, "I thought you would happier, now that you have your own." I'm just in shock still I guess," I said."You know better than anyone how your sister loves her clothes.Especially her underwear. Don't you Bobbie," she said."Yes mother, I do," I. . but this Widgeon is a smaller version of the Goose ... the airplane ... not the bird. Those Ranger engines are spares for the Widgeon. I wonder where it is? David!!!"David came running out of the hangar. "Junior?" We're back here!"Sure he was going to find blood and broken bones, he ran into the Quonset. "You scared me half to death ... what's up?" Did you find a Widgeon?" Nope ... no small ducks here." The airplane." No ... why?" There's spare engines for one ... or three ... since there's. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and my heart flew into my throat. I had worn pairs of her panties before, but that was about pleasure, about getting off and having something, anything of a woman’s nearby. But I couldn’t wear a skirt. Could I? I wanted to. Why did I want to?My eyes flickered to the corner, where a pile of old clothes had fallen forgotten behind the hanging things. The fuzzy, soft pink sweater was in my hand in a flash and before I knew what I was doing, I was holding it.