Now I get up and slip on my robe. I go and knock on his door. When he opens it he is bare-chested wearing only some shorts, and he is truly carved fro... stone. His body is firmed and cut. There is a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. A voice said to talk to him. What do I say?"I'm sorry to bother you but your dog is keeping me a wake," I get out."Sorry," he replies, "I just put him in his box in the spare room. He should be quiet now." "Say aren't you the lady next door?" he asks.My knees. . anyone who trusts their life to flying is crazy,” I said. “These planes,” I nodded at the SNJ, “were assembled after the War. The mechanics and construction crew weren’t in as big a hurry then.”“Safer than driving to the airport.”“Oh ... that’s for sure.” I said, “I watched a Tube about an AG pilot ... crazy skills ... he used to fly with his wheels in the crop ... great pilot, but he was killed in a car wreck.”“In the crop? That’s just nuts. Where did ... oh yeah ... U Tube,” he said.We ran. I took off MY slip, watching myself in the full-length mirror in MYbra, knickers, stockings and heels. Fortunately the milking glass waswithin easy reach. I swallowed my milky drink as instructed. I didn'thave the energy now to hand wash my undies. I left them on the chair bythe bed for tomorrow. Soon I was asleep in MY pretty nightie.The alarm woke me next day. I took off my night things and put themunder my pillow, neatly folded. I shaved and showered. I returned tothe bedroom with the towel. For that matter, anyone who can get past the reputation I’m bound to have over time should take a little bit of ‘nudie work’ in stride.”“What if your private portfolio gets out, though?” Emily asked Pilar.Pilar shrugged. “I take reasonable precautions against that, but I’m not going to live my life not doing what I want because of it. When I’m fifty, I want to remember exactly what I looked like at twenty.”“Do you think you’ll ever release them?” Nick asked.Pilar nodded. “I keep imagining a big.