"Not getting dressed this morning?" she asked.So of course I had to tell her about the come-as-you-are pajama party, and about the critical time of fi...e o'clock Thursday morning, and about how I'd been naked at the time. I'm not sure if she found that pleasing or just amusing, but either way she kept smiling.When I finished eating it seemed like I should go upstairs for something, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what. Clothes, I suppose, but that was out of the question. So what. “That’s easy,” Linda said. “They were all Bubbles. One woman appearing as three to be with you. Do you think she would trust the man she loves to another woman; even one of her Sisters?”“Why?” asked Kyle.“Why what?” Linda asked.“Why the charade? Am I perceived as so cruel and brutal that women have to disguise themselves to be around me? From what I hear that Karen Mayes has said about me, I could almost understand women running at the sight of me. I assume because Karen Mayes and Bubbles are. He hadn’t said a word, hadn’t urged her on. She felt an upwelling of something in her chest that made her want to kiss him for being so patient with her. Instead, she pushed her finger onto the two eggs, to see what they felt like. The pouch they were in moved. She could see the eggs inside move too. With thumb and forefinger she grasped one of the little round objects and lifted it, inside the sack.“Careful,” he said, softly. “They’re very tender ... fragile.”She let it go and then pressed two. "At Finishing School they taught us how to make up, but not like this. Blusher? Lip gloss? They didn't say anything about those. Perhaps they thought that only loose women used those." Well if that's the case that puts me in that category." Sylvie grinned. "Happily!" Marion grinned with her."I'm warming to the idea." She replied wickedly.The dresses were hanging in the changing room. Marion examined them with excitement. The one she really liked was a pale green with a handkerchief skirt..