making a fool of myself?"

"Don't be silly, Frank, she answered. "There is no one nearer than 50 miles, the gate is locked, and you cannot be seen from there.

I put on my shoes which did not quite fit my "outfit" and as I walked towards Vickie's home I could not help observing that I was beginning to enjoy wear- ing these feminine clothes. Within a few minutes we were enjoying a light breakfast of poached egg, white toast lightly buttered, and black coffee. As had happ- ened the night before, we were soon engrossed in int- eresting conversation to the point that I even forgot how I was dressed.

"You know Frank, she finally said, "I've enjoy- ed having you with me these past few hours and hate to see you leave. Why don't you stay on another day?"

I agreed to stay on since I had not been so re- laxed at any time during the past eight hectic years. "I just happened to think, what do I do for clothes. Remember mine were stolen and I can't wear these all day long."

"Don't worry, she responded, "Your clothes are pressed and ready for wear. She gave them to me and as I changed clothing, I could not understand my re- luctance to remove the nightgown and robe.

We spent the balance of the day talking and walking through the resort taking time out only for a light lunch. As evening approached neither one of us said anything about my leaving. Vickie prepard two small filets for dinner and soon we were embroiled in conversation in the wide range of topics we both en- joyed.

Finally she said, "Why don't you sleep here to- night. There is plenty of room and I can lock the door to my room. It seems foolish for you to walk back to the resort and spend the evening alone."

This of course pleased me and we both went to

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