My tight white t-shirt had gone totally see-through and I might as well not have been wearing it for all the good it was doing. My breasts and the dar...er circles of my nipples were totally visible through the thin cotton, which clung seductively to every curve. My short skirt wasn’t much better, moulding itself to my thighs and hips, although at least it hadn’t gone transparent.“Yep, if only we could find a wet t-shirt contest for you to enter, you’d be a shoo-in.”“No wonder all those people. Maybe it was out of jealousy, maybe out of fear, but itirritated her a bit. But then she remembered that she was the babe inthe group and she let the competition stew.She discovered that shopping in a woman's clothing store can be asexhilarating for a woman as a trip to Home Depot can be for a man.Different genders, different toys, same thrill.She discovered that women's clothing costs more than men's and you geta less for your money. Often a lot less. The cheapskate side of Jim,whom the. I was out for a night of fun in one of my regular clubs dressed for the kill in a short red pleated skirt red top and four inch open toe shoes, I was having a drink with one of my regular friends there and this guy walked in catching my attention I don't know why but I knew it was him, it was like it was glowing with a light on him and his eyes on me. I stop in my tracks walking towards him our eyes focased on each other when I reach him and before I could even speak he said "Monica" he knew it. Time went by and the mac disappeared, at the age of 16 I bough my first motor bike and decided to clear a huge shed in the garden to keep it in, years of crap carted away over the next two weekends and the shed was nearly empty when I came across a large cardboard box marked jumble sale I tore off the tape and opened it and an aroma hit me that brought back so many memories, and yes there it was the mac I had almost forgotten, i emptied the box and also found a pair of leather knee boots.