I lifted the lid of the basket and discovered it was fairly full but what caught my attention was a pair of white knickers and one of my mother’s gi...dles on the top. I dropped my running gear back to the floor and picked up and looked at the girdle.This was the early 1970s and most women in their thirties and forties wore a girdle of some sort. Based on the pages of adverts in the catalogues and women’s magazines, there was a huge choice. I knew my mother wore a girdle all the time, having seen. Paris Parsi."I stared at Paris and fell in love. She was taller than me, held herselflike a queen, and had a commanding air that made me want to melt intoher arms for an embrace that would conquer all my fears. I spread myskirts and curtsied to her almost as deeply as I had on stage."Oh yes, please, Miss Paris, thank you, Miss Paris. Uh, I'm Lisa, LisaLittle," I babbled. Clumsy! My head buzzed with all the smarter things Icould have said instead.She smiled and offered me her right arm, as a man. From the Oklahoma border to New Mexico is forever ... and it's the SHORT part of Texas!! Alaska is bigger ... they weren't going there ... they were driving the panhandle. It's long, straight and too much to do in one day.For all Texas is oil, there didn't seem to be much of a difference in pay at the pump. They had deliberately waited to leave Oklahoma to buy gas. Some lessons are learned in the wallet.Wendy considered winding the watch and driving ... with the watch in the past, whatever. Until the night they walked in on Phillipe and the babysitter, she had never given any serious thought to going to bed with another man. And then suddenly, seeing the energy and depth of her son's penetrations, teamed with the girl's cries of ecstasy had set her mind to questioning everything she thought she knew of making love. Was she entitled to the same satisfaction she gave Glen so often? Then the incident in Phillipe's room had made her mind reel. What was she to do? Accepting Phillipe's.