She didn’t hear anything until he must have been directly behind her. ‘Hello there.’ She almost jumped but just as her body reacted she felt his...palm on her shoulder. His hands were very warm. She didn’t continue to turn around. She stood with her back to him. ‘H- hi!’ ‘I’m glad you came to meet me. I hope you don’t think ill of me for asking to meet you alone up here.’ ‘Why would I do that?’ She was unconsciously whispering. ‘It could be seen as- compromising. My asking you away from the crowd. I'd just about run homefrom school everyday to go into my mom's bedroom and open her drawers tofind a silky nylon pair of panties and stockings and garter belt or open-bottom girdle to wear and masturbate with. I'd slowly slip the stockingson one by one, feeling the wonderful sensuality of the nylons as theymoved onto my toes, up around my ankle, calf, thighs and eventually up mysmooth legs. Clipping the sheer nylon stockings to the garter tabs wouldsend shivers to the core of my being.Then,. ”“Why won’t insurance cover it?” he asked.“It’s because it’s not approved for ... my condition.”“Then how can your doctor prescribe it for you?”“A licensed doctor can prescribe any drug for any condition,” she replied. “But if the diagnostic codes don’t match, the insurance company balks at paying for it. Dad’s old policy was liberal and covered it — I only needed to pay a twenty-dollar co-pay.”“I’ve got some money. How much would it be out-of-pocket?”“Five hundred,” she said.“Five? Hundred?. "Well, we're not alone right now," she said. "We're together. But watch it. I’m not easy." He lay his hand over hers, then squeezed her hand gently when she didn't pull away. "I'd rather watch you," he said. "Look, I don't want to be out of line here, but you've been on my mind ever since I met you. That first time I saw you at the rehearsal dinner, I couldn't believe how pretty you are. Or that you'd be there alone." She turned her gaze on him, wanting it to be stern but knowing it wasn't. "I.