I got everything else, shoes, two purses, bras, panties in every color, slips, dresses, skirts, tops, blouses, sweaters, pantyhose, a garter belt, and...nylons. I also got a makeup kit, nail polish, hairbrushes, and a ton of accessories. I was not allowed any pants or jeans. I got two new swim suits; a one piece that fit, and another bikini. Also, three nightgowns, a robe, and slippers. Kathy slipped a pair of hot pants in the pile; I think mom saw them but she didn't stop us. Kathy and I. It was known for its seafood, which was really special since we were in a port town. The streets were full of visitors and home folk. At the restaurant the seafood was as fresh as it could be. Often, one ate seafood that had been caught or gathered within a few hours of being prepared by the finest chefs available. She had the crab cakes and I had the special, sea bass, and we shared a bottle of wine. I preferred beer, but I wanted her to feel pleased with the evening. I wanted her endorphins. When Mom and Dad died in that car accident, she had felt duty-bound to take me in because 'the poor kid had no one else'. Granted, I had just finished my last year of high school but that was still too young to be on one's own. While she hadn't said so, she had been worried, however, that I would put a crimp in her routine. And I had, at that ... because of me, she had stayed 'textile' for over six months. Just thinking about it, I could almost feel her scratching and tugging at her. It was one of his favorite things to sit at the table in the morning as his mom put together breakfast and his dad read the paper. His mom still believed in the traditional breakfast. Nothing from a microwave, no toaster pastries for the family unless it was one of the weekends were mom and dad ‘slept in’. He enjoyed the smell of the coffee even though he could not stand the taste. Until it quit working his mom insisted on the using the old stove top coffee pot her parent had used. There was.