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Fidel Castro & US Girdled Blonde (who owned my first girdle)

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When I was 15 or 16, I babysat the child of my stepmother's best friend. Her name was Sarah and my stepmother was named Darlene. Sarah was tall, slender, and blonde, very pretty. She was a reporter.

While Samuel, Sarah's son, was asleep, I frequently tried on Sarah's open bottom girdles. I don't recall that she had any other type. I didn't put on her stockings because she was so slender I figured I'd ruin them. But I sure liked the feeling of the tight girdles and the delicious naughtines of doing something so out of the ordinary.

Decades passed.

My brother, Joseph, Darlene's son, and I visited Darlene a few months before her death from lung cancer. With Darlene in the next room, he told me the following story.

Sarah got an assignment to interview Fidel Castro in the brief time after he threw out Batista and the break with the US. When Darlene heard this, she told Sarah, joking, "If you get close to him, you must tell me what that beard feels like."

She forgot all about it until a few days later when the phone woke her up in the middle of the night. "Huh?" she said into the mouthpiece. "It tickles," said Sarah.

"Wow," I said, impressed. "Sarah made out with Fidel Castro."

"I think it was more than that," said Joseph. "He took her on a vacation to Venezuela."

Grinning, I started whooping and hollering, "Sarah fucked Fidel, Sarah fucked Fidel!"

Darlene soon appeard at the door, breathing smoke, growling like a dragon, defending her dead friend's virtue. "Don't you say that!" she wheezed. "She only kissed him a few times."

We'll never know. I doubt Fidel would tell us.

Human interest about Sarah and Darlene.

They were friends from high school right to the end. Unfortunately, Samuel was born with a form of autism and is dependent on others to this day. Sarah suffered from anorexia, looked like a skeleton in her later years.

My father and Darlene moved to Tucson from New York 'cause Darlene felt the combination of New York and smoking would kill her, and her quitting smoking was, shall we say, not an option.

Herself very ill, Sarah decided to move to Tucson as well and bought half a duplex. Before she moved in, she died of complications of the anorexia.

Her will gave the house in Tucson to Samuel, but granted my father and Darlene the right to live in it rent free until they wished to live elsewhere. This act of loyalty and generosity greatly eased my parents' financial burden in their last several years. The entire family is grateful.

I thought the subject line would get your attention. All names are changed except Fidel's.

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