"My, my what an interesting case we have here" he said."How do you mean?" I asked, not aware that I kept showing him my underwear."That what you are w...aring, it is not typical male. I am a psychiatrist andinterested in your motives to wear this attire."Somehow he mad me feel confident and we sat against eachother and I startedtelling. I had grapped my shirt and put it back on, but I kept sitting inmy panties and pantyhose, showing him everything.I told him the fact that women are allowed to. Youaren't happy! No wish could change that little fact. I'd suggest, whatever aregular everyday girl would feel, she'd feel three times more...and whilewe're at it, we would feel three times as much too?" You sure?" I asked scratching my chin, "If all of this were to actuallyhappen, then she'd probably be hopelessly in love with you normally...then ifit were as we said on our island, it would be multiplied three times as much!" So...your point is?" He laughed. "You wouldn't want this girl. A brilliant flash of lightning blasted out of the clear night sky and blew a perfectly round hole three feet in diameter right in front of her, vaporizing the fire-blackened lamppost. When the onlookers could see again, there was a marble slab four feet high and three feet thick where the Lady Sarah had been executed for attempting to assassinate a goddess.Béla and Elaine looked across the slab at each other, trying not to shriek with their glee. The ceremony had gone off without a hitch. There. I could hear a lingering voice behind me telling me that his name was Russell and he wished me a good time inside. The lobby was very dimly lit and it smelled like a fresh spray of a deodorant. The concession booth had a better light and I could clearly see the same man standing there, who I saw outside and Russell had said that he was the manager of the theater; Mr. Giles. He was surely in a very good shape. Soon as he saw me enter in, he walked over to welcome me and even adding that did.