It was cut to fit her figure, and the hem began high on her hip on the sleeve side, and plunged to the floor on the other. It even ‘trained’ a lit...tle in back, and bless her, bare legs were not for her! She never did go in for that, which always made my heart stop, because I do so love a woman wearing hose. It sleeks the legs and hides all the knots in the kneebones, the tendons and veins in the feet, the razor stubble and the little cuts and bruises that bare legs are prone to get. Stockings. Why not take the opportunity now to just relax? Like those old Greyhound bus ads used to say, ‘leave the driving to me.’”He was right about the tension and responsibilities. “You’re perceptive,” I told him. “It would be nice to simply let go for a while.”“Why not do it here? Just let yourself go, just feel like you have no responsibilities here except to relax and enjoy the sunrise...”His voice was soothing, almost hypnotic.“That sounds nice,” I said, “letting go does sound nice…”There was an. "You sure it's okay? I didn't knowyou was still sleeping."That was my little brother, always thinking about other people'sfeelings. "It's okay, Bri."My brother smiled when I pronounced his nickname as 'bree' (to rhymewith bee) instead of 'brie' (to rhyme with pie) and started climbingthe steps again. I wasn't ready to call him Brianna yet, but bendingon the nickname wasn't all that bad. Seeing his sunny smile wasdefinitely worth it. I smiled back and did my best to brace myself forwhat I'd see. I hired a professional security company to look into the theft of the sports car, hoping to gather some information about its disappearance.Olivia was devastated at our loss as she associated it closely with our connection. I held her as she cried at the loss of our prized possession that she found herself behind the wheel of frequently. But I had grown, and had other treasures that far outweighed our loss of just a car.It was insured and I filed a claim with the underwriter which brought a.