It didn't matter, really. That's a *bra*. An entirelyfemale garment, no need for a male to wear one. Jim started to toss itback into the locker, but s...mething made him stop. He looked at itagain curiously. Why *not* wear it? It might be fun, for a minute ortwo. Just to see what it was like. There wasn't anyone else here tosee him make an ass of himself, after all. So why not?The hooks gave him some trouble. He'd seen a woman hook it behind herback in a movie somewhere, and he tried that. Unfortunately, Chris’ work became busier than ever, and he often came home tired as a dog. While Lisa rediscovered the pleasures of masturbation, the erotic connection with her man stayed weak. Until everything changed that one evening.After an uneventful day doing chores, Lisa made herself ready for bed. Dressed in her comfortable nighty, she walked back into the living room to pick up a true crime novel she wanted to read. As she entered, Lisa spotted her husband reading on the couch. This. Since I was bilingual I often found myself in places that my knowledge of French would be very useful. The following incident took place during the early part of the winter of 57-58. I had asked for a 72 hour pass in order to be off base for the weekend that I was turning twenty-two, I had gotten a room at a local guesthouse and I was sitting in the bar drinking a beer when I noticed an attractive young woman sitting by herself at a table not far from the bar, she kept looking to the door. He will not hurt another woman if I can help it.” I added; “Please don’t let Helen know what I plan. I don’t think she realized that she told me who the guy was that drugged her.”Ralph responded; “Call on me if you need anything I can help you with. That is my baby that bastard tried to rape. Yes, Helen related the whole story, except the guy’s name. I think you’re right, she probably doesn’t remember telling you his name.” With that he said his goodbyes and hung up.Well, the ‘get Jeff.