This simply wasn't true, but I guess Mom didn't wantto give the bastard any satisfaction and I felt too sorry for her totell anyone the truth.
My mother hid me at one of her childhood friend's houses in Texas.
My Aunt watched the conclusion of the piece and turned to me.
Finally she sprayed me with perfume and ledme downstairs to breakfast. I had to watch myfeet to keep from tripping in the heels and I found myself attracted tothe nyloned legs and feminine pumps that were mine.
My aunt made a tremendous fuss when I entered the kitchen, making mestand still as she walked around me.
Thejudge put Mom in jail until she revealed my whereabouts while my fatherhired a Private Investigator to find me.
I called the woman I stayed with "Aunt" Helen although she wasn'treally a relation.
She helped me slip into the brown leather sling back pumps.