Connor awoke under a stifling mass of fabric. He would have suffocated if Cubix had not pulled off the pile. Standing in open air, Connor looked down ...nd saw he was surrounded by his own clothes. His geeky fashion sense had almost killed him. Another glance downward proved that he was still in his boxer shorts.Slowly, Chip and Mong rose from within the mountains of their clothing but Abby was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't that she was injured, Connor realized, "Abby's in nothing but her. It was somehow different. More genuine. Almost sisterly. Elaine could tell Chelsea was happy for her. It was a look she hadn’t seen before. “Fresh from the oven,” Chelsea said chirpily, placing steaming bread rolls between the two diners. “Entrée will be served shortly.” She bowed and spun on her heels, skipping away. Gary leaned back in the booth, placing his arm along the top of the backrest extending behind Elaine. The movement opened his suit jacket, exposing much of. So was my wife.Seems impossible, I suppose, that two children of the Sixties would wind up in that condition. After all, the Sixties was a time of liberation and rebellion -- culturally as well as sexual. The time of Women's Lib. The time of the birth control pill. The time of Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll.Well, the Sexual Revolution never made it to our small, rural Mississippi town. Don't get me wrong, there was still plenty of sexual hanky-panky going on, both among the teens and adults. But. I decided to treat slut tonight as I intended to continue in the upcoming year. I had after all been unusually kind to her over Xmas when I we were just girlfriends. I booked a table for 9pm at a restaurant in the town for a pre-midnight meal. I selected a simple black button-through dress, hold-up stockings and heels for slut to wear in the restaurant. After finishing our meal, I sent slut to the Ladies Room to remove her dress. She emerged clad just in her top coat and stockings. I paid the.