The neckline seems to be of a semicircular cut, but this is only a guess, because the entire neckline is buried under an odd type of black fur which, after a second glance, turns out to be a writhing mass of long, black, curly hair. After your eyes have fallen back into their sockets you look again, mesmerized, as if in a hypnotic trance. The fur piece does not stop at the neck line, it has oozed over the shoulders and down the arms all the way to the fingertips. Desperately we look for some touch of harmony and we find it. The legs are imprisoned in nylons which mercilessly hold down a patch of black jungle. Every- body has stopped eating and a heavy silence hovers over the scene. The apparition approaches. We make a feeble attempt at nonchalance but out of the corner of my eyes I see that one of the GG's has turned char- treuse. Recklessly, I start a series of pointless re- marks about the weather, but to no avail. Even Marie who has seen more TV's in her lifetime than I can ever hope to meet, has lost her usual aplomb and is sitting across the table gripped by paralysis.

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Pamela sits down. The hem of her dress grace- fully slides up another three inches, but it is bliss- fully hidden under the table..... Slowly a semblance of normality returns to the scene as we all make at- tempts at diplomatic pretense, which is highly diffi- cult. A few minutes teeter by and suddenly Pamela pushes her chair a few inches away from the table and decides to cross her legs. one knee is trying to come over the other... she is about to make it....oops.... it doesn't quite reach... another effort and there! One knee is now resting triumphantly over the other five inches above the level of the table.... Marie, who is sitting directly across the table, gasps and suddenly remembers she has forgotten something on the stove. The two GG's have definitely lost their appetite and are nervously toying with a fork over food that is no longer tasty. Then a hairy hand slides over the trium- phant knee and begins to caress it with slow strokes... that does it. The meal is suddenly over. That night both GG's begged Marie to please put locks on their bedrooms. Our friend took off early next morning.

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