| The White Triangle, Part 1 I don't know when it started. Perhaps when I was in 3rd grade... I remember positioning myself near the swings so that I could see—at least so I hoped—that little area between Annie's skirt as she flew into the air on the swing. Annie was a 1st grader and a neighbor I had seen around during the previous summer. Though I was unable to accomplish my ambition regarding Annie, I did see a whole lot... I was nearly 9 but already, I think I was obsessed with that area of young ladies one might glimpse between the thighs. What could I do? There I was positioned in the sand supposedly playing with a twig, when in fact I could only see the white triangle between the legs of some of the girls on the swings. Like Becky and Lisa and Susie, and more... Oh, how they called to me. Mom always made me wear white undies but I never felt they were right for me. I thought they were babyish, you know kind of baggy and plain... but when I saw the same panties up the skirts of girls older I did not know—they became magical. It was 14 years later when I finally "touched" that magic for the first time... I was 23 years old and in graguate school. I was close to a Masters and certification. I was doing a teaching internship at 'blank' elementary school in the 4th grade. It was there that I first saw 10-year-old Elizabeth... |