The woman’s husband then eagerly took photos with his camera phone. Behind him, the women in line all sighed. They couldn’t wait for their turn. �...�Joana, would you like to have your picture taken with him.” Thomas thoughtfully looked over at Joana. “Oh, I would love to.” Joana looked over at the handsome Caspar impersonator, but then she noticed the long line. “But the line is so long.” Joana felt a bit disappointed. “Oh, yeah, it is pretty long.” Thomas looked back, there were more than twenty. She straightened her back and looked over her shoulder at him. She waited for him to say something but all he did was stifle a laugh. She laughed as well, assuming he was joking.He then grabbed the back of her panties and pulled them up, digging them into her crotch slightly. She started to giggle as she continued to assume he was pulling some sort of prank on her. To her, nothing had changed in the past four years. She still lived in the same house and still dressed the same way. She could not. I told her that ifshe made several different outfits, she could stay here for a fewdays without worrying about a change of clothes. I made a big omelot and toast, with milk and orange juice inseparate glasses. As I set the table I watched her getting dressed. She had on a kind of pantygirdle on that minimized the bulge betweenher legs and was sliding on a pair of white shorts. She put on afilmy lacy bra before adding a pretty pink blouse. Then she cameover and sat at the table. . Sighing to herself, she thought, ‘This booth was probably built here by someone with about the same amount of social energy that I have!’ As she studied the people milling about inside the bar, Marty mentally kicked herself, once again, for her intense introversion. She had spent far too many years cooped up in the hosiery mill, focused on the product and how to perfect it. Now, she was paying the price. Her father, who had always handled the personal interactions with clients and business.