Rate this story My Aunt was a seamstress. She always made clothes for the various members of Our family. She made shirts and pants and shorts for the boys, and tops, skirts and dresses for the girls. She lived only two doors away, and was a constant part of my life. It seemed to start very innocently for me at probably age ten or eleven. I was asked if I could come over to help out Auntie ‘R’ for a half-hour or so with some sewing. She was trying to hem a skirt and needed me to stand...
