I had a single neighbor lady around forty that came knocking on my door. I was in a blouse, bra, and regular pants; so I hurried and put a shirt over me to answer the door. She smiled at me and wanted to know something about painting part of her house. She said, "Are you wearing a bra?" I said I was. "Do you ware skirts too?" I nodded. She chuckled and said, "Okay, can I borrow some paint? I need just a little and I'll bring it right back." I got the paint from the garage and handed it to her. She came back about an hour later and knocked. "Here's the paint back, thank you. Would you let me see you in a skirt? I'm dying to see what that would be like." She had stepped inside and had closed the door. I went in, put on my skirt, and walked back to the front door very excited. She came over and said, "You look real cute in that." Then, she reached out with her hand and pleasured me. She giggled the whole time, and then said, "Okay, I've got to go. Talk with you later!"

— Frank, 66