Foe each of your stockings there are two at the frontand one near the back." When I had done this she gave me the otherstocking to put on. "Now adjust...your suspenders so that your stockingsare nicely taut." When I had done this she stroked my leg. "Do you likewearing your stockings?" "Yes," I replied. "I like wearing my stockingsand suspenders." She smiled. "Now you had better put your bra on," shesaid. She nodded approvingly as I managed to fasten the bra behind myback. I was glad I had. He says he loves me. It’s like my heart is free now.We share the sofa now, me lounging inside his arm, leaning against him for a while every evening after we shower.There’s a kiss before bed.There’s me watching him go to his bedroom while I go to mine, and the little girl inside screaming to follow him and find out for sure about all the things I’ve heard and read and seen about sex.Didn’t, though. Did some vigorous diddling of the little ol’ button. Man, it goes fast if you put the right face. But he had sex with me, gave me to his teenage son, and offered me to Karl and Mark.The funny thing is that the only one that turned down his offer was the man I was falling in love with!Mark didn't say anything to let Craig or Ian off the hook. He probably believed that they had every right to be ashamed and feel bad. But we had an ongoing problem here. My mind was still under the influence of those subliminal suggestions. And although we hadn't tested it out, it seemed that knowing it didn't. I was quite drunk and tired and didn’t know where the young man was. The was a pressed bitumen road in front of us. Occasional motorscooters went by on it. ‘Hey...’ I said to the girl, ‘English? You speak any English?’ She shook her head. ‘No English?’ I asked her again, ‘What’s your name?’ She shook her head again and pouted.‘Ah well’ I replied, ‘y’know, at times like this, I wish I smoked cigarettes, just, it’s silly being pensive without a cigarette to smoke, you don’t look anywhere near as.