I prayed that mine wasn’t one of them as I scanned the crowd for my name on a little board. I am sure all of us have experienced that sensation of...seeing something but not realising that its true. That was the feeling I had when I saw my name or rather the guide that held the board with my name on. Were Greta was tall and ripe, she was small and compact. Her name was Louis and she was French. A firm grip and level look reinforced the image of a no nonsense lady that knew what she had to do.. Aarzelend blijf ik staan. Wat zal het nu weer zijn?Maar dan pak ik het eerste maar, een slipje. Ik trek het aan, hetbedekt mijn gevalletje, maar daar is dan ook alles mee gezegd. Aan deranden zitten ruches. Het slipje is zwart.Een paar kniekousjes volgen, ook zwart en behoorlijk doorzichtig.Voorzichtig doe ik ze aan mijn voeten. Ook de blouse is zwart. Zwart enbehoorlijk doorzichtig met ruches aan de mouwen en bij de sluiting. Debroek is van leer, ook zwart. Ik kan er maar met moeite inkomen,. She chose a beige cotton skirt and a white blouse with a rather bulky bra. Her face was always covered with a thin coating of cream which made her face quite white, like a death mask. Some people found it quite attractive and mysterious, especially since she had dark black hair and long eyelashes. There was something demonic about her. Edith was fleshier than Barbara but her full breasts and wide buttocks were hidden by ample clothing. The two women had met a few times socially but knew each. Joe and his dad looked at me, shocked, but Lee andMike just up and lost it.***After dinner I was sitting on the porch with Joe and his brothers, drinkingthe beer they'd brought. It was Friday night and Lee and Mike were talkingabout going out.Joe didn't drink at the time and I could tell he was getting annoyed withme. My relationship with Joe had been deteriorating for months up thatpoint. I was as exhausted by his judgmental, controlling ways as he was bymy c***dish, irresponsible ones."Hey.