We have talked a bit and he invited me along. So I managed to get a costume together, Wonder Women. I had some high red boots already and managed to m...ke the rest from some of my gym clothes, I never use them now, they where a little tight especially the shorts, but I tippexed some stars on them and they looked pretty good, I trimmed the sleeves of a red top and used a little but of yellow paint t paint on an eagle. I had a loop of yellow clothes line for my lasso and a wide gold belt. Because. ”Big Bob looked down at her hands on his suit. She let go and sat back down. The Bobs also sat, looking sarcastically thoughtful.“Do go on,” Bob said. Lana was about to begin, but Bob interrupted. “-- And I’m extremely curious to know if this tale explains why you’re in a frilly sun dress instead of your usual, badass attire.”Lana looked down at the pastel-colored thing she was wearing, the thing she’d found upstairs and thrown on after abandoning the ribbons her clothes had become.She began. In extremity a man would always turn back to the one who bore him. It was as if they sought the safety of the womb. She understood this, she, whose womb was barren. Time passed. She grew drowsy in the warmth of the hut and forced herself to stir. She heated some soup and trickled some of the warm, thick liquid into the man’s mouth, his head cushioned on her ample bosom. He coughed and spluttered and his eyes flew open in alarm as consciousness suddenly invaded the deep cocoon he had woven for. When she asked how that would work, I pointed out that a guy might be more responsive to a good looking woman than to a man or a couple. She gave that some thought, then agreed that it might work. She pointed out that it could also go the other way, thinking back to some bad experiences she'd had with auto mechanics who assumed women didn't know their butt from a carburetor. I reminded her that when she'd dealt with them and let them know that she was anything but stupid, she'd done quite well..