I didn’t need either.I could barely speak. “Thank you, Mrs. Underwood. Thank you very much.” I went behind the counter and gave her a big hug.�...Now, now, you don’t want to see an old ghoul cry. It’s not pretty, because we really can’t. But you’re welcome.” She coughed, then said, “What’s this on your armor? Commonwealth Minutemen? And that’s a star on you helmet. You’re the General of the Minutemen?”“Among other things, yes,” Piper answered for me.“Then I’m doubly glad I found those for you.. Then the numbness gave place to a heated pain that shot through my body and took my breath away. Tears shot in rivers over my cheeks, but I kept staring at Mrs. Somerset, whose chest was heaving hard. “Fuck!” I finally cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The cane slowly swung back, but then stayed there for a second... two... three. There was the tiniest narrowing in Mrs. Somerset’s eyes, and then another crack sounded across the yard and I danced in my ropes. The heat between my legs turned into an. That much I knew. Low cut gowns, narrow waists and a brightsmile all worked to make a woman desirable. What I did not know wasthat most gowns force the wearer to walk a certain way, act a certainway, and of course, exude femininity. It's wasn't always the cut of thegown, or the material, or how low cut it was, no. A gown that fits wellforces the wearer to act and feel sexy simply because she knows thatshe is obligated to the dress, and herself. In other words, femininityis in the mind, only. " Just as she was saying this, thetrue 'owner' of the house came in to join us for dinner."Sorry I am late, but what is this talk about modernizing things aroundhere?" Mary asked as she gave both Jenny and I hugs and took her seatand reached for the corn."We got notification that our landlords want to raise our rent and itis way too much for that place. When we mentioned this, Marty thoughtwe should move in here," I said. I could see a smile come to mygrandmother-in-law's face and a comment.