When I returned with his drink, he did turn to watch me. “If you could grab me a beer, hun.” He replied. “Would you like something to drink?” I offered thoughtfully on this warm day. This is why he didn’t see me nervously descend the stairs. He was watching football of course, or like most of you probably call it: soccer. Still, I hadn’t shown this much bare skin to him in a long time. They were ordinary panties, nothing sexy, dark blue cotton that covered the majority of my backside. It was too warm to wear clothes I would protest. I remember the first day I left my room wearing nothing more than my panties and a bulky t-shirt. The high temperatures gave me the excuse I needed. This helped me make that first step in this journey, but I can’t pretend it was the main reason for doing what I did. It had been years since mom left us, so it was just the two of us. This meant that I spent the summer at home with my dad. I still went to school back then, or college, whatever you call it in your country. It was a very warm summer that year, high temperatures and minimum rainfall.
