“See how the cotton drapes from your knee now, revealing more of your calf.”“Stockings, Oma?”She smiles. “Outside, in the warm sun?”Confid...nce is born of the confluence of comfort and daring, revealing and withholding what we wish.“Let your routine be your stockings. If you wear them, wear them daringly.”I can feel him enter the room, feel him searching for me. I can see in Oma’s eyes that he is beside the pocket doors somewhere on my left. I resist the urge to acknowledge it, the slightest Oma. The click of the bolt, the sound to your ears a deafening roar in the silence sends shivers through your body and a thrill in sensitive areas as you pause on the threshold. Your skin crawls with anticipation, warmth radiating from you, you feel a little wetness, your nipples are so hard you feel every little motion. A moment passes your breath catches in your throat as you push the door gently. The door opens silently, you peer into the dark threshold knowing there is no turning back now. You. Freja beside me whispered in my ear. “We have something in common, look at our gay men,”. Then giggled “Perhaps it is something we have done to them.” This shocked me, had I emasculated Steve so much I had made him gay, it certainly turned me on that he was being such a fag, perhaps I had subconsciously done this to him. Jon and Gunnar knew what was about to happen but were too far gone to resist their girlfriends wishes, and a mouth is a mouth whether it is female or male. Hekla and Isabella. ................................................................................................................................................................Over the sound of the radio I heard the back bedroom door open and my aunt's low laughter, followed by Jack's muted voice, then heard the bathroom door close. A moment or two later, I heard the shower begin to run. My stomach gave a little churn at the thought of them together under the jetting water, soaping and rinsing each other.I.