I don't know if I felt that he was too young, if I thought he was Rachel's, if it would ruin my relationship with Rachel, if I thought I would be betr...aying Gary. Over the course of the weeks I'd played all the ideas through my head, and I still didn't have an answer to that question.But I did have an answer to another important question: Would I give myself to Jeff?I got down and my hands and knees and started crawling down the endless hallway. When I finally entered the room, I glanced up, and. ’ # Finally tired of arguing a lost cause with herself, Bridget dropped into her favorite chair and leaned it back to its full-reclined position. Figuring she would probably be spending the rest of the night in the chair, she pulled the heavy bathrobe from under her and tossed it over herself for a blanket. Even though she was sure the kids were in their beds fast asleep, she didn’t want to take a chance on one of them getting up during the night and finding her dressed, or more accurately,. But Ido remember when I first acted on the feeling. I was a pre-teen,probably just beginning puberty. I was alone in the house and Imustered all my courage and crept to my mother's bedroom. I slidopen her closet door and admired her shoes. I lifted a pair ofMom's pumps and caressed them. The breath went out of me as Islipped them onto my bare feet. I came for the first time in mylife that day, standing tall on three inch heels at my Mom'scloset. I had continued to wear Mom's shoes, and jerk off. Milly said she was all right, did her job and shared fairly with her."You mean men," I asked her."Naw," MiIlly said. "bet she ain't done five yet an' she's been here a week I'm sure."Milly introduced her, said we were among her favorites, and George stood and gave her his chair while he fetched another."You boys look like soldiers," was the first thing she said.I laughed, admitted I had been for a while but thought better of it. George put his hand on her arm and claimed to be a British.