I suppose I should tell you about the bra, but there really isn't much to say about it – it was, to be honest, boring. Plain white Marks and Spencer...cotton. My mum would never have let me buy anything that she would have called exotic, or you would call sexy, so the delights of push-up bras, underwired bras, coloured bras and so on were not available to me. Or the boys. But they didn't seem to mind. My boobs were quite pert in those days, and still growing. I was a 36B, and I fitted my bra. She was very cool about it and said she understood. She alsoremarked how clean and neat my fingernails looked. I spent the morningreading a fantasy novel. I was going to have to buy some more books orspend more time at the library. After lunch I was heading back to the couch when I heard my grandmother say"You've got a run Jeremy." What?" You've got a run in your hose. Look at the back of your leg?"Sure enough, there was a long run stretching from my heel up to my knee."Do you have a spare. "I didn't expect anyone to be watching at this time of night!" You shouldn't be coming home at this time of night," I countered."Oh, Daddy!" she admonished with a giggle, "I'm old enough to come home when I want to. You know that."I could tell she as a little tipsy by the way she was acting."Have you been drinking, young lady?" I asked, trying to hide the fact that I had developed a sizable erection.Amanda came up me and hugged me close, as she always did when she thought she was going to get. .. something about their next meeting! So, we were right... the organization does exist and Max Keele is a member!" So... ? Not to belittle your information, Baby," her good- looking, tall husband replied after sipping at his drink, "but we were already fairly certain of that fact, weren't we... ?" Fairly certain, but not positive, Jack," she reminded him. "Now, we are!"He nodded; she was right there, of course. Prior to this, the so-called social club was little more than a rumor... an.