"There, that looks nice, don't you think?" he asked.Helen checked in the mirror and realised she hadn't seen any of the other women on Csadia wearing ...ny form of jewellery, not even eyebrow rings."Yes, I like it," she said, quite genuinely thinking it set her colouring off nicely and went well with the turquoise tunic and leggings she had chosen to wear."Good," said Hugo and clipped a leash on to it, "Come on, we'll be late," he continued, tugging at the leash and then clipping it to his. You sit down and I'll get supperready, would you like a glass of wine, it's only plonk, but we're havinga good white with supper." I'll help you get the supper ready." He followed me into the kitchen andlooked around, "It's a large kitchen for a flat, well fitted out as wellyou obviously enjoy cooking." I do, it's the artist in me, it has to have an appetizing aroma, looklike a master's still life and taste like it was prepared in the kitchensof the gods. There's no cooking involved tonight,. I put my hand on her pantyhose covered knee. I knew I couldn't do much with those damn pantyhose but I needed to know how she was going to react. She put one hand gently on top of mine. She didn't apply pressure like she was going to stop me so I gently moved our hands up her thigh. All of a sudden I was touching skin. She didn't wear those damn pantyhose. She wore nylons and a garter belt. She just looked at me with a loving grin and said, "I heard you. I know you hate pantyhose. I'm trying to. " Well, for a long time, I have been, um," he punctuated his statement with kisses along her neck and ear. "going through your dirty clothes hamper." Whatever for, Lucas?" "Your panties. I like them. I like to...Jeez. Never mind. It's too embarrassing." He stopped kissing her and just hung his head."Do you like to...uh...wear them?" she asked nervously."No! God, Dee. Of course not. Well, not really. I like to put them...on my face. Just shoot me now!" He looked up at the ceiling and took a deep.