"Hey Clare," I said reaching out for her hand, "you know you were always my favourite daughter." You sure you want to do this," she said, her hands sh...aking slightly as she shed her few clothes. "I'm not as young as I was and my figure isn't very good now."True she had put on a few pounds since having the children but she was still very nice."I can call Carol in if you prefer?" she offered."Look Clare," I said pulling her gently onto the bed, "It's time you had some fun, all you seemed to do. He, the janitor, entered the roomand stood there while the doctor closed and locked thedoor. “Ok, Eddy. I told you that I’d call you again sometime.Now is that time. Do you remember what I told you we’ddo, when I did finally call you?” “Yes sir,” Eddy answered. “And just what are your instructions?” “I’m to come to your office, where you’ll let me in.Once I’m in the room I am to get undressed and dowhatever you tell me to. Who else but those hi-tech wizards could turn a barrel of crude oil into nylons and rayons, silky smooth and feminine, modern and odorless? Be it the slight pressure of support hose on my legs or the caress of a long slip on my thighs, I am in love with those smooth molded and seamless undergarments.But sometimes there arises a problem. Those silky smooth bras just don't seem to have the hugging power needed to support a pair of rather heavy inserts, and somehow it just isn't feminine to be. So this one was something of a loner, to be out shopping in a mostly-white neighborhood on a warm Saturday afternoon. Or window-shopping at least, since she did not seem to have bought anything. I was sitting in the 900 block of 36th, on the bench at the bus stop. Not that I was actually waiting for the bus; I just didn't feel like going home yet, a bus had just gone by, and I knew another wasn't due for 50 minutes. So I knew I wasn't keeping anyone from sitting there who really needed it.