Her benefactor, a textile merchant, had given her all she could possess and paid a merchant to see her safely to Spain. He thought she would be in go...od watch and protected. His eyes closed in final sleep before her departure. Not that the fat old merchant was any young girl's dream, but in his way, he had been good to her. She was schooled by Catholic sisters, with even basic English. Her own apartments in his house, fine gowns, jewelry, the finest food and wines and best of all he had only. Put on my black bra, posed in front of the mirror (I have great legs and ass). Next, came my blue, long-sleeved blouse, tucked into a tan, tight, skirt. And of course, sensible heels, nothing crazy, I like tall heels, but they drive me crazy sometimes.I walked down the hall to his room. I was nervous, again, I normally do this with other people in the next room at a party. I like to be tied up and gagged in various ways, and I normally do that at parties, or with a particular lover, not. I wanted to be feminine.I zipped up my skirt and then frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I turned, staring at my side profile. Did this skirt make my rump look nice? Did I have a cute tush? It was hard to say. The fall of the skirt didn’t quite cup my rear like the panties did. I bit my lip, worrying about my rear’s appearance.Why?It wasn’t like me to be concerned about what I looked like. I mean, I put on makeup, I combed my hair and wore clean clothes, but I wasn’t worried about how my. Because of that perhaps, neither one of us having siblings, Jill and I had grown especially close as kids, more like brother and sister as opposed to just being cousins.Now home from the service, I hadn't as yet begun looking for a job. I'd decided to spend a couple of weeks just getting used to civilian life again, along with helping mom out around the house, getting things back into shape again for her before looking for work. Something I was in the process of doing now. Unbelievably, mom.