"I knew they would fit your cute little buns. Now, take them off and try these on for me." I take the brief off and toss it into the hamper and go to ...pen the next box. It is gift-wrapped and I have to take all the stuff off to get to it. I undo the paper, open the box, turn it around, take one look and drop it like a hot potato! I yell at her as I speak."Holy shit! You're fucking crazy!!!!!" Sherry just looks at me and seems puzzled."Why? What's wrong?" I glare at her and pretty much yell at. "Brun, I'm not very good at sewing, but could you..." and holding out the sash Megan started to cry again. "I'm sorry, it's for Richard..." Of course, my lady, of course..." and Brun helped Megan to a corner where she could begin work on her favor.A dark mood settled over the survivors waiting at the observatory for the storm to strike. Everyone knew what had to be done, and though brave and true, none of them really looked forward to the fight ahead.A cold banquet had been hastily assembled to. "I returned her greeting while she peered closer at my chart."An FAA physical huh?" she said, more to herself than me. "Your blood pressure is too high. It's outside of parameters." I know," I said, nodding. "I have this phobia about having my blood pressure taken you see. Usually it's..." I went back into my spiel again. Maybe the doctor would have a little sympathy.She listened to my tale of woe, her face giving no indication whether or not she pitied me. When I finished she said, "Well,. What would her husband think if he came home and saw her like this?She laughed her own question away at the thought of her husband. Six hours ago her she and her husband had a loud and vicious fight. Actually it was not a fight, as he had never lain a hand on her in anger - it was an argument. They were married for almost ten years, and their arguments had become more frequent. And lately the arguments were about their sex life, or lack thereof. Her position was of the frustrated housewife,.