Chapter 25At my appointment with Dr. Hansen that week I talked about my breastsand how important they were to me mentally and emotionally. I told him ...knew the worth of a woman was not measured by her bra size, well atleast by most, but it was yet another important step to me. I told himin a way they were my badge of femininity, an announcement I hadarrived. I even told him how I felt trying on bra after bra to find thatone that was just right. He said he fully understood and would have. She found them and started dressing.He watched her sheepishly. How could he have been such a fool to have done what he did?She finished dressing and slipped her black heels on. God! he thought she looked so sexy!No wonder he went crazy. Went berserk.She found her raincoat hung up near the upstairs fireplace and her scarf and put them on."Well, aren't you even going to offer me a hot toddy or something, for the road?" she smiled. It was a sad smile."Oh my dear, where are my manners? Of course!. It was ‘black tie’ and far more formal than Lauren had ever been to. She couldn’t believe it when Peter had told her he would be wearing a tuxedo and she would need an evening gown. The only time she had ever seen Gary in a tuxedo had been at their wedding! She had several nice dresses but didn’t think any of them would do. Then, with the sudden death of both of Heather’s parents and the accompanying legal problems, she hadn’t had the time to even think of shopping.Worried, she had thought. Even those that never saw combat ... survived. The smelters were fed airplanes that rolled off the assembly lines and were flown directly to the scrappers.The people were looking to forget and having a stack of warplanes sitting out on runways and in hangars was too much of a reminder that cousin Jack was still missing and might never be found. Scrap went from a precious and costly commodity to nothing but junk and in the way. The kids who cut the lids from both ends of a rationed soup can and.