Britney stepped onto the grass in her slippers, her eyes wide."What was that?" she muttered, her heart thudding.She liked the D'Angelos. They had been...her neighbors since she was a little girl. Abigail was playful and always had great, if earthy, advice about boys, and Damien was a hunk. Her first crush. When Britney turned eighteen a few months ago, she seriously considered seducing the sexy man.But she didn't want to hurt Abigail, and she knew that Damien loved his wife too much to cheat on. Stearns wondered if there would be any end to these subversives. They didn't seem to be deterred by the sentences and their plots seemed to get more devious by the month.Counsel for the Prosecution was starting her summing up. She was obviously confident. The evidence was solid, the witnesses sound. Stearns looked across to the dock where the four defendants sat. From their faces she knew that they had no illusions about avoiding conviction but, thought Catherine, they deserved a fair trial.. Give it not another thought."I took a breath. I figured I'd have to sneak into the basement NOW where I would silently remove all of these girly things and hide in a closet all night until they left. I felt the sweat drool down my spine. Here I go---"Ah! What the devil?!" No!" I screamed uncontrollably. There I sat wide-eyed. On the kitchen table. All dressed up with decidedly absolutely no place to go."Gladys, my God, what is it?!"They all came running into the kitchen. We all stared at each. "Again I lowered these; pink satin French ones with a lace trim. Theyjoined the pile.I was now left facing her fearsome-looking girdle and bra."I think my bra should be removed next. You know how it closes?" Yes, Sister Sarah. A set of hooks and eyes at the back." Good! Release them gently, I don't want to have my breasts releasedwith a jerk. It's not nice, as you will find out, so ease it off andallow them to assume their natural position gently."This I did, to be faced by two huge pendulums.