.." Get outta town!" Angie barked. "Paul C., the corset-maker, wants you tomodel for him? I would kill just to meet him, let alone walk the runwayfor ...im. Our paths never seem to cross." I can introduce you," I offered. "To tell you the truth, I think youwould be perfect as one of his models much better than me." What do you mean, 'much better than you'?" my assistant challenged."You are gorgeous!" Yeah," I countered, "but you have the body for it; I don't. Face it;I'm just not endowed like. One of the major reasons I believe this was after a curious delivery came to our house that she tried to hide from me. It was a pair of skimpy thongs and sexy bra from Ann Summers. I thought this would be for my benefit, but apparently not. She wore it the next day with no attempt at having me observe it. But I will start this second installment by explaining further why even the very fact that she would wear something like that was curious in itself.For the five or so years we have lived. After dinner was over, all my mother had to do was just look at me and I knew that I was in trouble. She walked to her bedroom and called me to her room. She shut the door hard as to make me think that I was in deep shit with her. I stood there lifeless and wondering why my own mother wanted to talk to me."Devon come sit on the bed right next to me, okay." Mom said softlyI sat next to her. Granted I couldn't look her in the eyes so I tried my best not to look at her face. It was hopeless. All I. In the old days u had to leave your house and goto the nearest adult bookstore. It was seedy and dimly lit and raw and a****listic. It was common to sneak into a film booth w/a bag full of coins and feed them into the machine. You would be afraid to touch anything for fear of putting your hand in someone else's semen. But then, in front of you, the little film screen flickers and comes to life. The vision of beauty is you, Lilith. So curvaceous and sexy. Beautiful eyes that just pull you in by.