I'd driven past the place many times, and I'd always been intrigued by it, and I wanted to go inside and see for myself what it was like; but I'd alwa...s driven on past each time I'd initially thought I'd go in---except finally, on a very hot and humid summer day in 1981, I pulled into the dusty gravel parking lot and, with my heart pounding in my chest and neck, I walked in through the front door!The first thing that I noticed about the place was the heavy aroma of cigarette smoke. The place. With my answer, she yanked the covers off of me. I forget exactly what I was wearing, but I know it was a pair of her hose bottomed by a pair of pumps and topped by a sexy skirt. I had on a sheer sexy top that held what innovation I was most proud of: a black bra that cupped a pair of descent-sized water balloons. I saw that these caught her off guard because her eyes zeroed in on them as the jiggled back and forth from the force of the covers being ripped off; but it was my legs she. White shoes!her stiletto white strap sandals. What if he comes up here? What would Lilywear when she wants a man to make love to her? Do I want him to?I pull on a tight white skirt and matching halter top. I love fastening thestraps on these shoes, makes me feel like a young woman, not a littlegirl.... One last check in the mirror...... I change my earrings to silverhoops, fix my lips and fluff up my hair. I love my tan body in all white,my shoulders and tummy showing, skirt tight on my hips. “Yes, I am not happy about the scars. Yes, I am still frustrated, that I am still recovering. Yes, I dream. About what happened, about you, leaving me.” I flinched at the pained expression that flitted over his face. “And I dream about other shit, that happened in my past. These dreams are as old as me, and far more frequent, than the other ones. They stopped, when I was lying next to you, falling asleep in your arms, though.” I finished more quietly. “I can understand, if you can't bear to.