I have some real pretty ones. I can'twait to put them on. Can I put them on after supper?" Harriet said, "Sure you can but you must wear clothes that...gowith them, if you have any. Do you have any?" Doug told her, "No, I don't think so." Harriet said, "Then you must wear only those. I suggest you gosee Mrs. Monahan at Fashion Boutique tomorrow and have her help youselect some clothes to go with your panties." Doug said he would do that and Harriet was all smiles. Debra wasright; he was going. I finally got her to talking about herself, and things just kept clicking into my over stressed and under utilized memory banks. Considering that my personal brain computer was so obsolescent it shouldn't be surprising how long I took to put it all together.Suddenly I sat up from my habitual lounging position and almost shouted, "Hey, you're Fancy Girl!"She grinned at me, "I wondered how long it would take you to figure that out!" You must have given them my nom de plume when they set up. Bret did enjoy dancing and he accepted her invitation. That was a mistake on Bret's part because a number of other ladies observed Bret dancing and now were constantly asking him to dance. The number of men who could dance decently was limited which put the men who could dance at a premium. It was only when the band took a rest break that Bret was able to take a break as well. He thought that while it was nice he was so popular, he needed to do something to avoid a repetition of this in the. “Ehm... ,” she then said. “If you don’t want to come home yet, that ehm ... is all right. I don’t want to...”And she became silent again.Peter felt awful. He knew he was a coward to stay away without calling her. The buzz of the bar closed in on him. One of his colleagues called his name. He waved him away. Then he rose and walked out of the bar, into the street.“Prue,” he said, not knowing how to go on – just filling the gap.“Peter,” she said. “If you’re not ready, I understand.”No, dammit, he.