I first started when I saw some of my mother'spanties in the wash basket and they were so soft and lacy that I couldnot resist first touching them and...then borrowing them and running offto my room and slipping them on. I was too young to have a sexualdesire so I don't really know why I did it but when I put them on theyjust felt and looked wonderful. Over the next years I continued toborrow my mother's clothes and as I got older I then began to buy itemsfor myself.By the time I got to go to. Or maybe not. Most children don’t refer to their parents by their first names. Who am I kidding? David IV always called us Dave and Cora. Beck didn’t start calling me Cora until she moved out of my house and Charlie never did ... mostly ... never did.The two grown women were making a beeline towards the man but when I supplied the bag they made a severe detour and ended up stopping in front of me. They joined hands.Like twins they said, “He’s married, to me, so don’t be getting any ideas.”They. ? Itwas the only answer she needed. ?Okay,? she said.??Let?s first find out how generous you are.? Stay here.? She left the room, and I could hear her walking down thestairs, rustling through my clothes, then returning to the room.? She had my wallet in her hand. ?How generous are you?? she asked.? ?I like my men to be generous.?? She slid a fistful of pound notes out of thewallet. I just stared. ?This generous??she asked, peeling off five 20 pound notes and placing them on a table beside her.. I really know how to play the part of the beautiful, spoiled, rich child - to the max!Something told me I better get involved right away on this one. I can't have the girl running loose, screwing everything up for me all summer.Thought that maybe, I could derail my parents' plans before the train leaves the station and runs me over. I've been able to wipe 'em out in the past, and I was sure as shit gonna try to get 'em again.I asked Mike, our chauffeur, to give me a lift to DFW.He's a cool guy.