" Why do we have to?" Marcus is really dressing up," Hope assured her. "Not evening dress, or anything, but it's not black, and it's not denim." Reall...!" Shawna spun to stare at her. "You're having me on?" I promise you — no denim, no black." Wow... I have to get to work!" Hope lay on the bed and alternately laughed, frowned and chided, gently, as Shawna ran through a sequence of dresses, skirts and the like, chatting away while she did, excited and nervous."What about that one?" Hope pointed,. He chanted a little louder, the words a steady drone as he recites them over and over, the candles flicker as the room slowly grows darker, the air feeling chill. Yes, it's working he thought as he kept going, the shadows in the room lengthening steadily. Wind howls outside the shack but he ignores it, bent on completing the ritual. All the lights in the shack flicker and die, leaving just the candles before him and next to him burning, their light barely able to pierce the inky black depths of. .. it is her place in life to be married, be a homemaker and have children.'After she catches one ... using her feminine arts ... and has children (not child ... children) she can let herself go to fat, put pink curlers in her hair, 'green' stuff on her face or smear Ponds all over herself 'because she will have performed her DUTY to God and Country ... she has perpetuated the human race and no longer has the need for sex.' So said my mother.She also said, "Men are base and profane creatures. I was the only one in the store at the time and I thought, "What the hell." and told her I was looking for some panties that would fit me. I wanted to see what her reaction would be - would she laugh, sneer, think I was a pervert, or what? Well, she just smiled warmly and said, "Sure, what style do you like to wear?" Well, that's another story but pretty soon I was picking out everything from panties to stockings and nighties, including the bra.I can't decide if I should wear a slip but I.