“Remember,” she said as she got out of the car, “I’ve left our bag of contributions in the back seat.”“I’ll get them. No sense of taking...rummage in there before the tables are set up.” There were a boy and a girl, Judy’s Marilyn, already there when she went through to the sanctuary and choir loft.“Congratulate Bill for me -- at home.” Gladys whispered to her when she came in minutes later. She was active in UMW, the second-youngest member in the younger circle. She’d complained to Carolyn once. Undergarmentsfrom bras to girdles to slips, the mix-and-match outfits, several pairsof shoes and boots in my size along with expensive makeup and perfume.One thing that surprised me during our trip was that I gained more of anappreciation for women's jeans - not because I particularly like jeans,but because they go so well with sweaters. I figured with the rightpadding on my hips and butt and breasts, the jeans and sweaters wouldmake me look like any woman my mother's age.We'd been shopping for. Or that is what she says anyway.I am 44 years old and as trim and fit as I was in college. I can still wear some of my old college clothes. Ron used to love for me to wear my old cheerleader outfit when I cheered on the 'Orangemen' of Syracuse. It was sure to get his motor running. Lately I'm lucky to get his motor to idle, let alone to rev up like it used to be. Ron just turned 45 three weeks ago and I thought I would give him a surprise party. He got mad at me and left as soon as he got home. Knowing exactly what Camilla was going to do, Ron, Vera, and Mercedes went over to say goodnight to Camilla. ‘Have fun tonight,’ Mercedes said, pecking Camilla on the cheek. ‘Maybe there’s a gay bar open,’ Ron said. ‘Goodnight.’ Vera went up to the boy. ‘Have fun with her, honey,’ she said, smirking. ‘I’m jealous already.’ The boy got quite a jolt from what she was suggesting. ‘Bye, guys,’ Camilla said to her friends as they walked out of the bar. Then she looked back at the boy. ‘So what’s.