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office, pick up any ledgers that had to be delivered, pick up other customers ledgers, go to school, fire my mothers kiln, take care of the woman that came to the house to buy supplies, go to school, work, date, and dress. I even managed to study now and then. On the nights that I could manage it, I would dress and go out in my car. Some times I would park and just walk up one street and down another. It was nothing for me to walk five miles in an evening. I guess this is the main reason I am able to get around so well in heels. I was so busy for the whole month that I really didn't have time to feel guilty or blue.

I really dreaded the thought of my parents return. They had written, informing me to expect them home on a Saturday. Friday, I went through the whole house removing any trace of Diana. Of course I was dressed at the time. Realizing that my freedom would be drastically curtailed, I decided to spend the evening at home and live it up. I was in the kitchen, when I heard a car pull into the yard. I thought it must be one of mother's customers and I peeked out and almost flipped my wig! Dad and Mother were heading for the locked door. I really don't think I touched one stair, heading for the bathroom. I had to detour and pick up a pair of pants and shirt. I ruined a brand new dress and also established a new record for changing. My mother couldn't understand why my face was so flushed. I couldn't very well tell her how hard I had to scrub, to remove all the makeup. I was so thankful that I hadn't been caught in the act that I promised to take to the straight and narrow path of respectability again. That night, I took all my feminine clothing and threw them in the garbage can. "I am free once more! No more of this silly business for me! I'm strong enough to lick a silly habit such as this."

Well, I was free for about two months. One day I was glancing through a magazine and saw an ad for a beautiful girdle. Within fifteen minutes, I had not only my mothers girdle on but everything else too.