When he got there at four, she let him in and led him to the kitchen.“I have to tell you what’s going on,” she said. “I didn’t have a chance... to yesterday, but you need to know.”“Okay,” he said.“Thank you for our anniversary,” she said. “I can’t believe what a difference it has made in him.”“A good difference, I hope,” said Bobby.“Oh yes,” she said. “We’ve talked about so many things ... not just you, but lots of other things too. We didn’t even realize it, but we had been growing apart. I still. It's lucky that I have a Father who is a hair stylist.After the party, I asked Dad if, after school, I could hang out with himat the salon. He said sure but, I had to "help" out while I was there. Iloved going there and spending time with him. The stylists and clientsall adored me. I would sweep up the hair, get coffee for the stylistsand their clients, serve cookies and take the dirty towels back to thewashing machine.I would ask each client if there was anything I could get for them.. As I tried to go upstairs to take off my bra, Cathy stopped mesaying, leave your bra on, no one can see it, be a little adventures. Iwas nervous going to the mall in my bra, but she always knows best. PlusI really really like wearing bras and panties.Off we went, I was excited and nervous. I looked down at my chest and Icould not see my bra, I did have little "bumps" there to, which I liked.Sally greeted us at Sears with a big smile. What was that all about? Idon't think she knows I wear bras,. , and although I knew I should just try to get some sleep, my hormones were begging for release. I took a shower, put on some shorts and a polo shirt, and headed over to Kathleen's house thinking about how warmly she responded to my first late-night visit. I coasted into her driveway to find the house dark, and the garage door closed. Fishing her house key out of my pocket, I let myself in.As I walked from the kitchen past the family room, the moonlight revealed there had been something of a.