So I want to hear more about your shopping event. What kind of stores?’ ‘Oh, your basic antique stores…’ ‘I mean clothes.’ ‘A couple of ...small boutiques, for such little shops, they had an impressive inventory, and they were very helpful. You know, offering good suggestions.’ ‘I like those kinds of stores better than the big ones. You find more unique items rather than everybody having the same thing situation.’ ‘I agree, especially those stores.’ ‘So where did you go anyway?’ ‘We spent a little. I loved my new independence.With my own car, I provided family transportation and drove Mom shopping but stayed in the car and listened to the radio if she went to the grocery to avoid food stamp stigma. I drove her to work, parked the Desoto at her hotel and I walked to school. No longer did we wait for a bus, endure its frequent stops and comingle with other riders. My one-year younger brother got his driver’s license in the Desoto with me as an instructor. Its automatic shift meant he didn’t. ” Before I had time to ask what was going on, my boyfriend had stuffed my panties into my mouth. He spun me around and said, “tie her hands for me, will ya?” Steve must have had cord in his pants pocket because I could feel him bounding my hands together behind my back with it. “Now let’s get those tits bound tight.” As my boyfriend held me, Steve began to wrap my tits with cord. He tied it tightly around my back and chest until my tits were swollen. I moaned from the amount of pressure on. .. !" ... then my tall lover gave me a half body hug, saying "you've showed me how to make love, and how to accept love too... " I paused then yelled out a "YO!" ... getting a strange look from her, I said "Oh, that's what the guys do in the school yard after something great – like hitting a home run in baseball, getting an "A" on a test, finishing a made-up story about a girl ... all that kind of stuff " ... this got a huge belly laugh from Vi, who asked me to tell her MORE -- but I said "NO.