My parents were going to be gone for three months and they didn't trust me to be alone for that length of time. I didn't know how to cook for myself,...and I didn't know how to keep the house clean. I had lived a sheltered life where my mom had done all of the housework and I just studied and did my homework. So they had a family friend, Jane, who had just graduated from college, come to baby-sit the house and me. Jane's family used to live down the block from us, and Jane used to baby-sit. ”“Twenty-five million?” I asked. “I ... my house just sold for one-two hundredth of that!”“I know,” Liz said. “But...”She let out a long sigh.“But you need something nicer than that,” I finished.“No!” Liz said. “It’s not a matter of bigger or better. It’s a matter of privacy. Look, I can’t live in a place that has neighbors coming over to swap recipes. You understand that. If I could live in a place like you just sold ... you never would have sold it. In this area, private means pricey. There. "Leanne turned. "She's?" Yes, she prefers female pronouns."We're led to the rooms at the back of the store. It's obvious from theirattitudes and body language that I am the one about to be fitted for abra. Several women and a couple of men look on. Some smile.Leanne takes us to a larger than standard room."We'll have a little more room in here," she said. She closes the door."Now, what's your name, Honey?"There's no point in hiding. "Kirsten." That's so cute. Now, I'd like you to take off your. Little did I know that my first sexual encounter with her was with her in pantyhose, and my best pantyhose encounter of all time.First I have to say, thank god for open bars, Christmas Parties, and women dressing up in pantyhose to attend. The staff was to meet at another restaurant, which was more upscale than our own. At the time I was caretaking a big house and had invited everyone to an afterhour’s party there. I drove there alone, as I was single at the time, and certainly not expecting.