As a young boy, I used to wear my moms clothes as often as I could, often faking sick when of the age when not running a fever I would be left home alone while the parents worked. I know I never truly put things back in her drawers as I found them and I once got her dressy white gown all dirty, probably when I laid down on the carpet to look for heels under the bed, you see, the gown itself had been previously cleaned and was hanging in the closet in the plastic dry cleaning bag. I simply told her I was playing hide and seek and hid in her closet one day when a friend came over, don't think she bought that but never pushed it. I ruined at least two pairs of shoes that mysteriously dissappeared. I often think that she knew and maybe she talked to someone who told her I would simply outgrow it and to not confront me about it. I don't know but I loved that time when girdles were still popular and just starting to go away, she had several nice ones. I also liked that time as colorful spandex leotards were also very popular and she had four or five of those as well. Man oh Man, I almost got caught so many times it was unreal. I will never tell my parents, it's just better this way, I don't want the lecture once they know I know they know and cut into me about it. Sometimes things unsaid are the best things not talked about. I am curious if she knows though.
