"Have a pleasant birthday." He sighed. "It's been quite some time since I was eighteen, longer then I can remember. Farewell."I nodded and left. I kep... staring at the watch the entire ride home. When I stepped inside, my mother, my best friend and younger sister were waiting for me. They had thrown me a surprise party."My special boy!" my mother said, grinning and kissing me on the forehead, "Just think, you're an adult now. Eighteen-years-old! Oh, jeeze, I feel so old. Soon, Jessica'll leave. When she came out of the dressing room wearing a pretty little skirt I noticed she had on nylons on. I pointed them out and said I love you in pantyhose but if you are looking for something to get you fucked you can't cover your pussy with nylon. She smiled and said first of all who said I'm looking to get fucked and secondly if I was this won't stop me. She raised the hem of the little skirt right in the store to show me she wasn't wearing pantyhose, she had on thigh high stockings and no. "I held up my wrist and said, "Scan me."She looked sightly confused, but complied with my command.As soon as her scanner crossed my wrist, I could hear an alarm sound in the store manager's office. The sales manager's eyes now went wide and her body was the one trembling in fear."I am so sorry, Mister W," she blubbered out. "I had no idea."As she stammered for what to say, the store manager hurried up behind her. "Is there a problem?" she asked in that artificial I-serve-the-public voice that. I opened my mouth to speak but again, a voice through the phone cut me off. This time it was Susan.“I think you’re missing a large part of the equation,” Susan said in a tone of voice usually reserved for me, Rick or Sarah. She was actually on the video screen so she could see who was talking. “Melissa, nobody there seems to get that ... to the average fan ... the labels are nonexistent. The executives have succeeded in drawing a curtain between them and the buying public. They’ve put your face.