“Let me look closer at that. Nasty bump! How did you get it?”FISH EYES FROM ALL OF THEM AGAIN!“Didn’t you see? The container falling? I watche... it fall, all the way down! Saw it hit Laura, right on top of her head! Certain I was, it was all over, except for the crying!” (How can little Sally talk like this?)Bebe takes these, Sally’s final words, as a cue.Begins crying, mumbling mournfully. “We almost died!”“But we didn’t, thanks to our brave, unflappable, and focused Captain. He extracted us. Undressing to my underwear, I picked out an appropriately baggy sundress, and slipped it on over me head. On second thought, I removed my brassiere from beneath the dress and let it drop on the floor atop my discarded slacks. I wondered if I should remove my panties as well, decided I darned well should, and slid them down my thighs to my ankles, stepping out of them. I looked at myself in the full length mirror.I'm not a bad-looking woman. I am 33 years old, have light brown hair and Hazel. "Let me help," Doris said as she sat on the bed. "This is easier without adress on, or a dress you can pull up over your hips.I held my dress up and felt her hooking the garters to the stockings. Shepinched at them a bit straightening the seam in a couple places. Then Ifelt her hand caressing my rear, then she reached around to the front. Itfelt great and I wobbled a little on my heels."Hmmph, sorry," she pulled her hand away. "Pull your dress down before westart something and miss the whole. ‘Incidentally, Paul, do you remember you asked me for a keepsake when we parted all those years ago.’ ‘Your knickers. Yes?’ he replied, ‘Thank goodness I did because it was the only tangible thing I had to really remember you by. I didn’t have a clue where you were but I could snuggle up to your knickers and feel I had a connection, somehow, to you.’ ‘So have you still got them?’ I asked. ‘Certainly have,’ he replied, ‘I take them with me with them everywhere.’ ‘Really, that’s so sweet,’ I.