Helen came near to me. Her eyes were bright with love and amusement. She was bewitching as she brought her lips a few inches from mine. I was almost melting under the gaze of her hazel eyes and her delicate fragrance.

"You silly, silly girl," she said.

"What are you talking about?" I managed to say.

For an answer she kissed me gently, and caressed my lapels with her hands. Then, so quickly that I couldn't stop her, she unbutt- oned my shirt, and pulled it aside. There I stood, in her pink chemise!

Both Helen and her aunt laughed again. I was blushing deeply, and hardly knew what to say. But Helen placed her cheek against mine.

"You're lovely in a satin chemise, "She said. And before I knew it, she had me completely undressed. I stood there, clad only in Helen's lace underthing. The aunt said,

"We've known all along that you were a chemise-girl. Ever since that first day.

"Oh, she's so pretty in my chemise, said Helen. "Kiss me darling," she said.

I asked, "But how did you know?"

"I could tell that day in the taxi that you had taken the bait," said Helen.

"The bait?" I queried. Helen's aunt interrupted,

"You see, Helen has always wanted to find her ideal man--a man who loves to wear pretty girl's clothes. We suspected you were a chemise-girl when Helen first saw you in her Geology class. Then, playing tennis, you were so fascinated with her pink undies, that we were almost certain. So the first day you changed clothes here, I told Helen to leave her chemise where you could find it."

"And you couldn't resist it," Helen said dreamily.

I laughed.

"Yes, it was just too darling."

Helen and her aunt nodded. "We thought that's what would hap- "they said. "And now, added the aunt," it's time for you to

pen, try on your gift."

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