ments are fine--and the mint pregnoir is beautiful. love it! The high heeled mules are fine, too. But you

can return the rest. '

"But you'd look so exciting in them!" I protested.

"Now, Jack, let's be sensible. They're just not for me. I don't feel right in them--and if I don't feel comfortable in black lace and chiffon decked out like a Montmartie "fille de nuit", how can we have fun together?"

"Oh, I don't know," I said disconsolately.

Then

hopefully I asked: "Let's keep them for a few days-- Inaybe you'll like them more when you try them on and wear them around the house."

"Νο

I doubt it. I can't parade around the house like a harem concubine and still do the housework. be a dear about this. I love you and I thank you for them, but I don't intend to use them- really!"

Really now,

I tried for one last straw Since you're not fully dressed yet, could I just see how the black negligee looks on you?"

Resignedly--she put down her hairbrush and asked: "If I do, will you agree to take them back?" I agreed sadly and reluctantly.

She slipped into the black negligee and fluffed out her long black hair over her shoulders. To me, she was a dream walking. When she put on the high-heel- ed mules, I caught my breath, she was so gorgeous! It was just as I had imagined it to be--she was sexy and glamourous.

"Oh,

Honey--you look good enough to eat, please keep it!" I urged.

She paused before answering: "Jack--please don't be disappointed with me. It's ust that I don't feel like a woman who wears black things underneath. I'm just me, the little girl from Rockford, and dressed like this, I feel like a cheap imitation of Lily St. Cyr.

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