There was a verydisappointing selection of clothing to choose from. The only maleclothes in the closet that he could get to, were his shirts. No mal...pants or shoes or socks or underwear. Being able to wear what hewanted still didn't leave him many options. Feeling a bit despondentover it and not having a whole lot of choice, he selected a shirt and apair of women's slacks. He put his shirt on and buttoned it up. Itfelt like total freedom. No girdle, not even a bra under it.Absolutely. If you had a location in the house you wouldn’t mind me residing in for that length of time, perhaps a closet or such. I am perfectly capable of conducting my maintenance in an upright position.’ Susan said. ‘How about you just sleep on the couch instead. It’s got a hide-a-bed in it.’ Josh said. ‘A horizontal position would be optimal for nightly maintenance…it would relieve stress on my motor systems, allowing for better recovery.’ Susan said, tapping her chin, ‘I will stay on the couch.’. "Take your blouse and jeans off - leave the bra, panties and sneakers on and get on your knees. It's time."Jane started to remove her clothes almost without knowing it. She began to cry and beg. "Dennis, please don't do this to me, I'm your sister for God's sake! Let's just go home and I'll let you do anything you want to me only please don't take this any further."The tears ran down her face and she looked so innocent in the evening light that Dennis couldn't help buy feel pity for her. But. He fired at anyone who seemed to be giving orders. Guys with the bugles and of course anyone who made it to the wire.The dance went on all night. Sometimes we were winning and sometimes it looked as though the NVR army would turn the guns on us. Men were terrified but Gus lay on the top of the bunker behind a few sandbags and fired his heavy M14 all night long. Gus fired and slopes died. That is how it was that night. We shot them off the wire, but it was Gus and two other snipers who broke.