I'd almost finished my work in the front room when I heard my aunt calling me from the other room. I wiped my hands and went into the dining room. She...had a chair set up in the middle of the room and asked me to take the crystals off the chandelier so she could wash them. She was standing with her hands on the back of the chair to support it as I climbed up.Once up on the chair, I started removing the crystal teardrops, a few at a time, and handing them down to her. As I did so I noticed that. It was themost stunning piece of lingerie my young eyes had ver beheld. Herstockinged feet were tucked into a towering pair of gold kid ankle strapmules trimmed with ribbons of silver leather that wrapped seductivelyover the toes and carried back along the soles to outline the entirefootprint and the highly arched heels and insteps and up to the anklestraps. She had changed out of her black satin into glowing operalength gold lame gloves. She had lit another sexy cigarette, its filterringed. I pretended to trip in the living room and it was time for their “revenge.” They could tickle me all day—I wasn’t the least bit ticklish, but it would be years before they’d learn that. Until then I’d fake it. Pru looked in from the kitchen, shaking her head and laughing at the sight of her newly rich husband and his two four year old tormentors.Later that night Pru and I sat together on the couch. We asked each other a ton of questions. We developed even more answers. We took three hours. She sat back there, her face turning red from embarrassment . To her surprise, no-one seemed to notice.The waiter returned, Paul held out a $50 dollar bill and told him to keep the change. The waiter could only stare at Angie’s shapely breasts and small brown, and very erect nipples.“Let’s go” Paul said, dropping the $50 on the table. He took Angie’s hand and pulled her up from her chair. Putting his arm around her waist he walked her to the sidewalk where (thankfully for Angie) his van.