I want to share that stuff with the children.”“The act of getting off your ass and shopping is a part of the giving process. You have to do someth...ing; maybe go out of your way to get what you really want to get. It is like writing a letter instead of sending an e-mail. Your effort shows that you care.” Lynn led this part of the discussion.“I agree.” I said and that ended our meeting. We put the wine glasses in the dishwasher and went to bed for another night of united love. It was good to be. Tony hung up. SPLAT! after SPLAT! after SPLAT! They played for quite a while until . . . Knock! Knock! Knock! on the door. Bang! Bang! Bang! on the door. ‘Shhhhhhhhhhhh!!!’ All the sissies cuddled up on the bed. Afraid. Who could it be? Brrrrrnnnnggg! Aspen’s phone rang again and the Sissies gasped, flustered and curled close together. Aspen answered the phone. ‘Hello???’ ‘You gonna open the door or what?’ ‘Ohhhhhh, it’s youuuuuu.’ Aspen got up and walked over to the door. She looked back at. But I want to look at you. You like having me look at you, right" Yes, but..." Alright then." She started to say something else, but I held up my hand to forestall her, and held her in my gaze as I said, "Carol, I want to look at you. Pull...down...your pants."She couldn't take my gaze for long. She looked down. I heard her mumble "Oh, jeez..." to herself. Although her short black hair curtained her face somewhat I could still see that it was beet-red. I held my breath. This was the turning. How far could I get wearing only slippers and a nightgown?The room was more of an alcove, just off the kitchen, with a leadedglass bay window that looked out over the rear garden, filled withblooming flowers that glistened in the morning light.She went on to say that she?d already thrown them on the trash heap,expecting that I had others to wear, but as I was traveling light, Ididn?t, and the garbage had already been picked up. My clothes weregone; I wasn?t going anywhere."No matter," she said..