I was spending the night at a friend’s house one summer evening. I was 15 and John invited me to sleep over. I had stashed my new treasure in my sleeping bag for later when everyone was asleep, a silky black nylon mini slip. It barely went to the middle of my thighs and was one of my first purchases for myself. John’s mother Joan greeted us when I arrived and we spent the night watching videos and eating snacks before John went to his room to sleep and I settled in on the couch. After
