An e-mail was zipped off to my editor and then the shower beckoned. It seemed as if the water washed away my London self, leaving the girl who grew up... in Aurora and got her first taste of the life of a war correspondent by covering 9/11 for the Columbia University Daily Spectator. It was startling to realize that while that event shuffled me down the path of journalism, it played a part in making Con such a proficient operator in Special Forces that they at first tried to hide him from the. 1. I like to wear nylons, as socks, stay-up nylons and tights. Perverse? I think no. This is also no longer a fetish, but a way of life. The feeling of wearing it doesn't excite me (well, sometimes it does), because I just feel good in nylons. You can also find my statement on this.2. I like to wear leggings. I don't think it's perverse either. As early as the 17th century, men wore leggings or tights to show what they had to offer. Only today's society rejects it, although I have to ask myself. They took every opportunity to touch her hands and her arms. At one point Brenda used the excuse of checking what perfume Sasha was wearing to nuzzle her neck. Of course, the touchy-feely things weren't limited to Sasha. Several times while Brenda was fussing over Sasha, Jeri had her hand under the table and was squeezing my package. The first time she did it I jumped a bit from the sheer surprise of it. The second and third time I spread my legs a little wider to allow her better access. When. They were well prepared for the winter, and it was obvious that they didn't like our presence for some reason or other, I suspect because I had told them of the Celts, which now inhabited our village.I thought that I had done my duty by visited them, but I found that still, they were each living in closed communities, and not mixing. They may very well rue the advice I gave them, from the stories that Cedric had told me about the new raiding parties.We returned to Janesville, and continue our.