But we broke up before it happened" I answered. The two girls looked at each other and grinned. "What?" I asked, petrified at what the answer might...be. "Well, we have a very close friend named Carol who is really bizarre and also happens to be an excellent stylist. She'd get a hoot out of doing your hair. I bet if we called her right now she could fit you into her schedule this afternoon," said Jan. "What? Are you serious?" I said in horror. "Yeah, you could get a perm to make your. He couldn't help but watch those legs as her skirt rode up her thighs and he glimpsed the lacy tops of her thigh high stockings. She caught his glance and though her cheeks reddened, she didn't lower her gaze. "I'm glad you came," he said softly and she decided that she liked his voice as much as his writing."So am I," she smiled, still holding the hand that had helped her aboard. Their eyes were locked on each other for an endless moment and she wondered if they would kiss then. Instead, he. " Why, exactly?" Because you're really going to love tonight if you let me have some funnow."Anderson shrugged as he looked down at his Princess Jasmine costume withthe taste of her juices still on his tongue. With a shake of his head,Anderson replied, "What difference does it make?" That's the spirit. Resignation! You're going to make some girl a hellof a wife." Husband," Anderson retorted."Ugh...you're such a traditionalist," Emily replied with a mock whine,smirk and a shake of her head. " Man!" Jan muttered. "Like these are not the kind of applications you should find in an panty store." Well, whoever is behind this isn't showing themselves. So we'll have to check the store room."Oh no way!" Jan moaned. "Can't we just grab Angie and go?" What are we gonna do Jan, take her to a doctor and tell him she's come down with a case of mannequinitus? The only way we're gonna undo this is to find the person that did it."Jan had no argument to respond and nodded sadly."Come on." Cam.