was, it had been wonderful. And his little sis was going to go out again tonight in the big city. But I guess the Frisco fog put the flame out, because I just couldn't get the nerve up again, I wanted to go out, but the thought of getting caught or not passing just chilled my insides.

Then after big "brother" had put in his 4 years in the service he was discharged and we moved to Seattle and an apartment of our own. I was living a lot now but it was all inside. I just didn't seem to want to go out. Heck what would I do if I did go out. I guess it was this stage of life that I went through the exotic stage of skin tight satin skirts, and extra high heels and I was perfect- ly happy indoors. Then one day my "brother" bought me a very nice wool skirt and sweater. "Gee, it looks just as nice as my satin things and much smarter. With clothes like this on, I could go out and pass." The flame was being lite again, and the next day he got me a cute little jacket and a scarf for around my head and a nice pair of medium heeled shoes and that night I took my second walk and loved it more than the first time. After that I took quite a few walks, each one a little further and longer than the one before. Since I lived in a quiet neighborhood outside of the main part of town, I very seldom met anyone and nothing exciting ever happened. Then my "brother" decided to go back into the service, and I not only had to quit going out, but he gave all my clothes away too. (The old me any!) But it wasn't long, and he was buying me new ones again. But not like before. All I owned now was a pair of shoes, a couple of nighties, some other lingerie, and a blue satin dress that I loved but wouldn't be caught dead in outside. But I guess

I was happy, even though I was just around on weekends in a hotel room or a motel.

Then my "brother" got married. He made the mistake of not telling her about me, and after they were married, he knew he never could, so I went into a trunk, to come out once in a while on a 80- called "business trip." This lasted two years and then came the separation, (later the divorce). About the time she left, I came out of my trunk. My "brother" had his own apartment now and I told him right there that he was not going to move back to the base and put me in a trunk again, And furthermore, these satins were 0.K. for around the house, but I wanted some better clothes because I wanted to go out, so once again I started out into that big lonely world that I wanted so much to be a part of but was scared stiff of.

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