My first of many embarrassing moments happened when I was thirteen. If you read my story in “First Encounters” you remember that I had stolen two pairs of panties and a wonderful petticoat from my cousin Bonnie and I kept them under my bed in a storage box intended for preserving dresses. Also in the box were three pairs of my mother’s nylon panties and two pairs of the landlady’s panties that I had stolen from the clothesline.
Every night after I finished my homework I would play with these frillies, and I thought