So, one morning, fully dressed in transparent latex (mask, gloves and stockings), resting on my bed, I heard the mailman drop a package at the door. (He knows now that I accept all packages). When I heard his car driving away, I went to the door, opened it a crack and retrieved a fairly large parcel. With trembling hands I ripped off the wrapping... I romped on the bed for some time, gooed myself all through, and inside (you know where I mean) – that was my little part of enjoyment – and when I felt I had done everything I could think of, I rested a moment, relaxed and tried to wonder what was truly in it for me besides.