The following day at work, I made some time to walk into Sarah's office for a chat. She was happy to see me, and we spent twenty minutes or so talking...about nothing in particular.I asked if she fancied another drink after work, and happily she said yes.We went back to the same pub and sat at the same table and soon we were once again chatting away as before.All too soon it was time to go home. We walked back to our cars that were parked next to each other in the car park. I felt awkward in. I didn't wear them all the time but my back was always "acting up again" and I would wear a brace or corset for a while until I got a little tired of the tightness and chaffing and would put them away until the urge hit me again. I also acquired first a single leg brace and then a pair of matching bilateral long leg braces, KAFOs. These I wore in secret at first and reveled in the feeling of the braces gripping my legs and limiting my mobility. The sight of my torso and legs encased in braces. From what you've told me, he'salready broken the law. I just pointed that fact out to him."I was stunned! I hadn't expected to have the law on my side! Was he onlybeing nice to me because he had to? I wasn't sure. While his smile hadseemed forced, it still seemed to be partially genuine."Get dressed!" Mom interrupted my thoughts again. I smiled at her andrushed out of the kitchen.---An hour and a half later we were pulling into Aunt Judy and Uncle John'sdriveway. It looked like the party was. It was before HIV. It was a time when schools did not teach sex ed and before gay lib made alternate lifestyles thinkable. Dave's parents like many parents at the time would not talk about sex and he couldn't dream of asking about the urges he felt. His eighth grade teacher was a good guy but not someone you would ask about personal things and there were no counselors or psychologists at schools then. Because he was shy and a loner he didn't have friends he trusted enough to ask and mostly.