My mother was very talented. Not only did many of the city's upper class wear her undergarments, but many of the women who worked in burlesque and oth...r theatres sought her out to design and sew their costumes, what little there was of them. I grew up around girdles, garters belts, corsets, brassieres, and all of the other types of undergarments. My mother designed the garments, and my father ran the shop. I could sew before I could walk, and I inherited my mother's knack for designing. At the end of the week I drove her back home and it was decided that I would stop over and see her ex as I have known him for 40 years. I received a txt from him stating he would not be back in town before 10 pm and would not meet up. So by the time I received this it was 7.30 pm and as I live almost 200 miles away from her address it was decided that I would still stop the night in her flat. We went for a meal and a couple of glasses of wine and back to her flat. In the flat we opened another. She smiled and purred,"Ooh Andrea told me her new guy was gorgeous...Oh! and you have wine...and it's pinot noir!!! That's my fave!" She took one of the bottles from me and said, "Follow me. I'm Lydia. What's your name?" I walked behind her watching her cute ass as she moved to the kitchen. She set the bottle down with a light clunk. I placed the other two next to it and said "Peter".Andrea walked in then and said, "Lydia, this is my good friend Peter. This is kind of our first date" . She looked at him with those intoxicating blue eyes, and as she started talking to him, he felt as if he was in a trance. “So aren’t you going to ask me my name?” She asked him. “Yeah, sure, what’s your name?” She laughed and something stirred inside him. “You don’t seem to talk much, do you? My name is Amanda Louis, what’s yours?” “I’m James Roland.” “Wait, James Roland? Did you by any chance go to Little Lambs Kindergarten in Jenkins Street?” “What? Yeah, I did. How did you … Wait … Amanda.