" Answer me. Is housework a SERVICE or a PRODUCT? Which is it?" A service," I muttered."That's right! Good for you! This means that if you do my house...ork, in ADDITION to my laundry, you'd be doing me a service, wouldn't you? Now, doesn't that mean you'd be in the SERVICE business? Or maybe, the SERVICE INDUSTRY? Hmmm?" I guess." Yes, of course. And what kind of WOMEN wear white stockings? Now think back, I just gave you the answer. Tell me, Paul, what kind of WOMEN wear WHITE stockings?" Women. Then I had the biggest shock of my life."I agree," he said."What?" I responded."You can have your dream if I can have mine."Of course, looking back I now know that the urge of a transvestite todress is something that can't be resisted, at the time I could onlyquestion how much he really loved me that he was prepared to give meaway."I go first," was the only thing I could think of to say.Nothing more was said that night and as far as I can recall, once I hada couple of drinks everything went. "His conscience was screaming at him. She was obviously way too young for him to be fooling around with, but he hadn't been dating since the divorce and she sure looked quite adorable standing there smiling coyly at him. Finally, he managed to whisper, "Pull up your shirt, someone will see and we'll be in trouble."She frowned back at me, "You don't think I'm cute?" Well, yes, of course. You're very cute, but just pull up your top," he said reaching out and doing it himself.Lisa just went ahead. Brianna wanted the pooch to live in an outdoor kennel and, after Brianna's mother basically ordered her father to do it, he built an outdoor cage for the pet.Brianna was delighted that the pet was caged outdoors and with her training, became a slave to her commands.Brianna loved sitting and chatting with her mom and her mom's girlfriends and Brianna's friends, too. She delighted in sitting and smoking long cigarettes in the company of women. One of her mother's friends, a thirty-something woman.