Life Begins At 27

by Dorette (14-P-1) FPE

When I was 27, I discovered a facet of my person- ality--my very being--that only the passage of time, and TVia, has enabled me to reconcile in acceptable perspective.

My wife had one day casually mentioned that her bras, her hose and her panties all seemed to be wearing out at the same time. Because our wedding anniversary was near, I decided to surprise her with a complete set of all the things she needed for daily use--plus some glamorous items, τοο. It turned out to be a surprise for more than one person.

So happily I shopped in the department stores of our city making quite a day of it. I bought her sever- al pairs each of regular white panties, bras, etc., the things she wore day in and day out. I knew her sizes and had quite a pleasant time with the salesgirls pick- ing out the various items.

At one end of the counter in one of the stores, there was a mannikin wearing a black torsolette. This caught my fancy and though it was expensive, I decided to get it for Anne. However, they were all out of her size. But my interest in this black creation started me on quite an unusual path-- one I still walk today--with love.

I was enthused, and asked about black negligees, black panties, pregnoirs, waist-cinchers and the like. The salesgirls informed me that the main floor depart- ment did not carry these exotic items. They were sold by their specialty shop on the fourth floor. So off I

went.

The specialty shop did have all the items I was now looking for. And even though the prices were higher-- I didn't mind. I purchased black panties in several styles, a sheer black negligee, a mint-colored pregnoir, a black waist-cincher, a black bra, a black garter belt that had red bows on the garter straps, and a sheer

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