"Harry?"There was no response, so she turned down the hallway to catch up. Getting to the end of the corridor, she saw the same trace of cloth making ...nother turn. "He moves way too fast" she muttered to herself, the book in her arms getting heavier as she hurried after him. Turning the corner, she saw the gray cloth standing still. "There you are-aaaaaaahh". Hermione's voice changed into a scream as she saw that the grey cloth belonged not to Harry's trousers, but instead the shrouds of a. When I was growing up, I remember my mom and my dad going to street parties with the neighbors, both of them usually dressed conservatively, he in slacks, loafers and a dress shirt, the 50’s styles, and my mom in a dress, usually showing off her shape, but long enough to cover her knees in a billowing way, and she almost always wore heels and hose.If she was in anything else, she mostly dressed like and looked like Mary Tyler Moore when she was Dick Van Dyke’s wife, Laura Petrie, on the Dick. Now this dance floor was like that in so many small clubs in town, about the size of a postage stamp. Fortunately, though, since it wasn't very busy we had it to ourselves. In about 5 steps I had my right leg between hers and we were flying around the floor. She was a great dancer!! She felt good too. I used my thigh to lead her when I was going forward and my hand placed just above the curve of her beautifully shaped butt to "pull" her when I was going backward. We spun well and we both were. All three heads swung to face the hallway when they heard the doorbell ring before turning and looking at each other questioningly. The silence was broken by Ross turning to his sister and nodding in the direction of the door indicating it was she to go answer it. “I’ll go.” Alice Gorman started to rise from her chair thinking that Ross had forgotten that his sister was naked. “Unless you want to strip naked and answer it let Susie get it.” Ross smiled at his mother before turning back to an.