Oprah: “Oooh! Hot stuff! When did you take these shots?”Marilyn: “Oh, these are some old photos! Carl bought me a Polaroid camera as a present w...en we were in college and asked me to send him some shots as ‘morale boosters’ when he went off to basic training. One of my girlfriends and I took photos of each other, and we sent them to our boyfriends.”Oprah: “They look like they would definitely raise a soldier’s morale, and probably his blood pressure as well!”They both laughed at that. Then. My underwear was yanked halfway down my thighs.I had to turn around and bend over to free my panties from the spring, causing the short hem of my skirt to rise halfway up my bare ass! Everyone was looking at my tan little buns peeking out from under my dress, except the young man standing above me. My bent over position offered him a clear view down the top of my dress. He could now see every inch of my firm round breasts and pretty pink nipples.In haste I quickly pulled my undies free from the. ’ “He’s such an arse, Faye,” said Marilyn. “Can't he see or hear what crap it is?” She handed me my glass. “Darling, you forget. He wrote it.” “Oh, my God. Did he?” More laughter. My dress was straight out of the 1940s. It buttoned down the front and had a thin black belt. Less glamorous than Marilyn’s but she was the femme fatale of the film and I was the ‘normal’ army wife. Marilyn, or Maz as she was usually known, was a good mate, we’d worked together a few times and she, like me, was as gay. You know it isn’t where you come from. It’s where you go, it’s where you are.’ Her eyes flashed. ‘You had a lot of obstacles and overcame them, I don’t know why you keep seeing that as a bad thing instead of the testament to your strength that it is.’ ‘Celia called me,’ Dee said quietly, sipping at her wine. Lani’s anger fled immediately, was replaced by concern. ‘What did she want?’ ‘Money.’ Dee shrugged. ‘What she always wants.’ ‘What did you say?’ ‘I told her no.’ Dee stared at her wine and.