I was 18 when I learned about Marlene's fetish. She was a divorced woman that lived a few houses away and was always very friendly. She was 40 or so as I remember, and she was quite attractive. Short feathered hair, a body that was well proportioned and she carried herself quiet well. She had come from Pennsylvania and moved into the area where we lived in southern New York 5 years earlier. She did not have a career it seemed but she taught an art class in her home to adult women who lived in and around the area. She attracted some of the more well to do women who were out for an evening to gab with the others it appeared.
It was spring and a beautiful evening the first time I suspected something odd about her. I remember class at her place letting go and the women were leaving one by one carrying their works of art. Earlier that day the postmaster had dropped off a package at my place that was addressed to her so being the kind neighbor I went down to her place to bring it to her. I entered the opened door and walked in. I probably shouldn't have but the door was open so I figured I could. As I approached the basement I saw a reflection of Marlene dressed in some brown shorts holding a ladder for another woman named Ellie who lived a few houses away. All was normal but the position of Marlene's face.