... men who were looking at the dvds. Mistress went to theclothing section she pulled a red babydoll nightie just like the one ofhers I'd washed the o...her day off the rack.... and held it against me!!"Hmmm thats about your size...." she said in a loud voice, the shopassistants and the men turned, she had her back to them she was grinning."Do you like it?" .....Yes I do," I replied as they looked, then I saw her scowl, what waswrong? no surely she didn't want me to say Mistress! oh god she. However, I like to think that the changes were for the better.Without question, real people and situations have served as a majorsource of inspiration for me, just as they fill that function for almostany fiction writer anywhere, I believe. Even though the basic plot in mystory is obviously a matter of pure imagination, there are elements,both subtle and not so subtle, that some who are personally familiarwith me might recognize. That said, I must stress that none of thecharacters here is. This goes well with your skin and your eyes.”“International orange?” I asked with fake incredulity.“BURNT orange, silly.”“OK, OK. I give up. I’ll get it. I’ll even wear it tomorrow. But please don’t tell anyone that I’m wearing burnt orange. Promise?”She waggled her hand as if to say, we’ll see. Another dazzling smile and she parted, saying, “Come early.”Not likely, I thought. And get caught with Mr. Cardboard Man?I arrived fashionably late the next afternoon. There must have been thirty cars. " She produced a pair of red velvet pantiesand I stepped into them. She snugged them up and gave me alittle thrill as her hand passed over the front."Now march out to the garage and fire up the tractor,Sissy," she said, playfully slapping my bottom.It was summer and of course at 6:00 pm there was stillplenty of bright sunshine to reveal me in my Sunday dressmowing the lawn. Several cars slowed down and gawked, withthe occupants laughing and pointing. Mistress had come outwhile I was mowing to.