"In the meantime, uuhm... why don't you ever wear a bra?" Her moist, pouty lips frowned in confusion."Bra? Is that some new cultural fashion trend? I'... afraid I don't often keep up with fads." Her deep, deep blue eyes were genuinely puzzled."Nevermind. Um... I guess..." Jim noticed that smell again! For some reason... wait... it must be her. Strangely enough, Shelly smelled impossibly of... some sweet, sugary scent, like vanilla wildflowers if there was such a thing. How odd."Hmm... You're. In fact I considered him to be the worst Rupert (officer) I'd ever served under, he'd never seen action at all and I was sure that the medals he wore were for being first in the N.A.A.F.I. queue every morning. "With respect sir," I nearly choked on that, "I really don't give two fucks whether you like it or not, I'm leaving sir, I'm going, I'm gone." I saluted his adjutant, a veteran who'd lost an arm in the Falklands and got a wink in return, a smart about turn, something a British soldier. The last thing I remember is the plane taxiing toward the runway. I woke up when Catherine touched my shoulder and said, "Hey, sleepyhead. We're here." We're where?" I replied, even before I was fully awake.Catherine smiled and offered me her hand. I took it, and we stepped out into a very warm day.Wherever here was, was marvelous. It must have been in the high seventies, with a nice breeze. I turned to Catherine and asked, "Where are we?"She smiled like she couldn't wait to share her secret.. "It will give you a bettershape at the waist and make the dress fit better. You won't have to makeit too tight as you are thin enough to start with."Michael stood open mouthed, his stare flicking between his mother andthe waist nipper. He was lost for words."Pop on your undies and the hold ups, then give me a shout and I willfit it for you."Michael nodded and took the lingerie from his mother's hands and wentback to his room. After donning his black bra set, he added the blackhold ups,.