? I speak of a cadre of puritans who call themselves "feminists" -- the Susan Brownmillers and the Catharine MacKinnons of the world -- who condemn "p...rnography" on the grounds that it "degrades women."? I say that they "call themselves 'feminists'" because it seems to me that trying to make people ashamed of their own sexuality is at odds with any conception of "feminism" I know.? The word "feminism" means many things to many people, but to me it refers to the idea that women, like men, ought. "I'd like you both to meet my friend Stanley. Stanley, this is my son Adam and his girlfriend ... Vix." Mom knew that calling her Mari could be bad, but Vix could just be a nickname. She's only Mari to those of us who know her. In front of strangers, she's Vix until otherwise.We moved over to them and shook his hand. "Good to meet you, Stanley. So, what do you do?" I asked."I'm an accountant up in Sacramento. What do you do?" He asked."I work for the UN, and Vix is member of the JLA. She was on. Jeremy once again rolled his eyes, but reaching into his pocket quickly produced a pick and miniature torque wrench. Within ten seconds the lock was open and he tossed it back to me."Anything else?" he asked."If you got that one open then you know it was a cheap lock. I want to see if the expensive safe I bought was worth it," I said, motioning to it.Jeremy looked at the safe for a moment and then nodded. Reaching over to my desk he picked up a screwdriver and walked over to the safe. Kneeling. Ah, the waste, the waste! Then came the day when I had to leave the groceries in the kitchen. The lady of the house would be out but the back door would be open. It was. I did. And crept up to the bedroom, trembling, shaking with – fear .. anticipation, and… Her drawers were a gold mine — panties, stockings, suspender belts, roll-ons, bras, all neatly pressed and folded. I was too nervous to do much more than look but my cock had to come out and i had to smell them, had to touch the brassiere.