“Okay, but he is getting totally out of control. He needs help, professional help, and you know exactly what I mean.”“Not going to happen,” Da... responded.I just nodded again. “Then be warned. This is the end of it. He does anything else, anything at all, and I am history. I will pack my shit up and leave. How much longer do I have to live like this before I wake up some night with him coming after me with a knife or baseball bat.”“I don’t want to hear it.”“Last time, Dad, last time!”I slept out. Through my late teens and early twenties, I wore pantyhose nearly every day and each day would end the same; I would masturbate with me rubbing my hosed legs together, imagining myself as any one of those sexy hosiery clad women I had burned into my memory throughout my adolescence. Like any fetish, the need to find more ways to keep your fetish relevant occurs and the desire to push the envelope creates more opportunities to share your fetish. I found myself cruising online sites and chat. It was decided this would be a casual day for Dianna andLisa; jeans, T-shirts, and athletic shoes. With Dianna's help, I stilllooked good enough to eat - at least, she thought so. Dianna looked...damn, no woman had a right to look so sexy in such a sexless outfit.She filled everything out to perfection, tying off the T-shirt belowher boobs to show off her twenty-two-inch waistline and navel ring.Turnabout is fair play. I wore her suede high heels the night before.Now, she fit perfectly into a. 1Waking up is all about memory. We sleep, all of us; we have to disconnect from the world for six or eight or ten hours, and then come back and figure out what we've missed. 9/11 is a good example. Wake up and your radio alarm is saying something about terrorists and the World Trade Center. Huh? At first I figured terrorists had landed in a helicopter or something. But by the time I got to school, I had the whole story. I think I liked mine better.In any case, waking up is all about memory..