We did it all the time; we went shopping for her. She's nineteen, I'm forty-seven. I loved how she would leave me in the panty section alone, how she would disappear just as I got to the register to buy embarrassing stuff. I love how you flashed me and changed right behind me, but never let me see or touch. I loved how you made me wear your perfume all the time; how you made me buy one pair of panties for you that time. I want to do it again ... please, please, please.