"Oh I love a girl in stockings," Wayne Jenkins whispered.All eyes were fixated on Charlotte as she disclosed her eight denier,ultra-bare, flesh-toned ...ylon stockings. She struggled with the hem ofher skirt until the darker shadow welt appeared and then the coffee-coloured gauzy top welt where the garters were attached. The men gaspedas her skirt continued to rise until Charlotte had it rucked around herwaist exposing the peach coloured high-rise, high-cut, knickers.Charlotte stood indignantly. While the other daughters in the village were usually married off soon after puberty, Arianrhod, despite her beauty, was nearly an old spinster at the age of seventeen. Not that the boys didn't look! Most were struck dumb in her presence, as if she herself had bewitched them with her charms, leaving them with stiff members and buttoned lips - too intimidated by her beauty to engage her in conversation. Padrig, son of Gwillem, had somehow summoned the courage to speak to her one spring day, and. To misquote the poem” he said. She looked at him and smiled. ‘you have no idea what I’m talking about you dumb bitch’ he unkindly thought.“I was much further up than you thought, Not waving, but drowning” she adjusted the lines back to him. ‘Oops, my mistake’ he thought.What to do? He was stumped. Perhaps they could smash a door? No, these were solid fire doors, designed to protect the stairwells in the event of a fire.“Won’t security come round?” She asked. Well they would, normally, but they. ”She climbed off the bed and walked over and, wide eyed, started to sort out the various sex toys we had gathered over the years.We breakfasted late and spent the day doing various household chores. And it became our pattern of life. I did most of the work. As a photographer I could work from home and didn’t want to disturb Terri’s studying for her exams.It was shortly after she’d finished her finals that I came home and nearly dropped all my stuff in amazement.“I fond Mum’s dressing up box,.