Now, one of my passions in life, is a lady wearing stockings. Yes, she was my mum, but still, the thought of her sitting next to me wearing stockings ...as still a turn on.The flight was over really quickly, although during it I did something to confirm for me the stocking idea. A few times I had casually rested or brushed my hand on mum's thigh and could definitely fee the tell tale bump that a suspender belt makes when holding up a pair of stockings.The hotel check in was fairly painless. Mum. Still John was, after all, devoting his entire life to saving the lives of others. He had no other job, no family, or any regular human contact outside of strangers: waitresses, the odd motel clerk here and there, and his occasional telephone conversations with Albert Cosgrove.He knew there was rich irony in it. He maintained anonymity as a means of preserving the possibility of his having a "normal" life, but the life he was leading was anything but normal.Never mind. The remaining slender. .. she had climbed on the scaffold, and observing the far corners of our fields.I finished cleaning the utensils; and went near the scaffold. I called Mansi to get down and collect the lunch box. She heard me and immediately lowered her legs on the wooden ladder connected with the scaffold. I was standing exactly below the ladder.As she stood on the top bar of the ladder way and proceeded to climb down, I looked upward. Suddenly, my jaws fell open. Mansi was wearing a long skirt that day; and. " Nice. I hope you remember my anniversary." She grabbed her phone and called the appropriate department.Saturday night and part of Sunday morning were spent preparing for our impromptu visit. We arrived just as MGCo was finishing their presentation. I inadvertently overshadowed the scheduled KaibaGames representative, but it was worth it to see the executive from MGCo turn green. The shop was achingly familiar and reminded me painfully of Honda and Joey. For a moment, I thought I even saw.