Mom had said, this came from our attic. Maybe I could find somethingthere.I had practically never been in the attic. Oh man, what a bunch of trash!It ...ould take forever to find something here.Yet with a little luck I did make a find rather quickly. A large box wasopen. There might have been clothes in it. I looked in. Empty. But thepetticoat took up a lot of space, and so along with the costume the boxmight have been full.Immediately next to that there stood another, identical box. The lid. I hang around the store browsing a little more and she makes her way down the isle I'm on again. My heart is racing at this point. As she comes up slowly beside me, I catch her looking down at my legs from the corner of her eye. Then she says..."What kind of hose are those?" I stutter out "Ceilia de Rafael". She then says "Looks good. Love the shine." and walks way. I could not even believe what had happened. This sexy, busty black woman just asked ME about my PANTYHOSE! The woman leaves. The walls displayed a mural of plantation life, the waitress remembered them from prior sabbaticals. He dined on delectable lamb, she on luscious steak, they shared a bottle of vintage Cabernet decanted by the sommelier at the table. A shared desert of poached peach in cream, a glass of port and the lovers departed once again for their hideaway. By now the couple was physically sated – unfortunately, at their age, one may keep the fire burning only so long – but the romance of the situation. As a smirk spread across his face my face turned bright red which in turn made me rush out the door.I missed my first class completely since I had stay in the restrooms go over what had just happened to me. Finally, I decided it was really nothing and that it never happened at all, so I left to head towards the cafeteria. I never made it, for my beautiful attacker stopped me with that same smirk plastered on his face. All I could think about is how I wish to see him out of those clothes in my.