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bins and boxes crammed with all manner of things de- signed to make my heart flutter.

I spent the next 20 minutes in Heaven on Earth mat ching slips and panties until we finaly got a perfect match that I liked.

The saleslady and I had become quite friendly by this time and my fear and nervousness had disappeared. I mentioned that we hadn't selected a matching bra as yet. She had to go to another counter for that. So I waited impatiently for her return.

In the meantime, a woman in her thirties came over to the counter and stood there waiting for service. She looked at me expectantly. I answered her unasked question in a soft voice when I said, "I'm waiting for a saleslady too". She gave me that odd look as much as to say, "you are?"

When the sales clerk returned carrying three bras, the woman spoke up quickly telling her that she wanted a slip and that she was in a hurry. Looking at me again as much as to say, "I'm a woman and this is my territory you don't belong here."

The sales clerk replied, "certainly, Madam", as soon as I finish with this "lady" I'll be with you. Realizing her slip she apologized profusely. I quickly put her at

ease.

Then she spread the three bras out for my inspection. Choosing a lace trimmed, nylon model with lace trimmed straps, I held it up to the light and said to the woman, "this one is charming, isn't it?" The woman didn't reply she just glared at me, and I didn't quake or shake or anything. I just laughed at her.

The clerk added up my bill. Glory! $20.89 for panties, slip, and a bra. But I didn't care, they were just what I wanted.

Obviously enjoying the woman's impatience, the clerk asked sweetly if I would like them gift wrapped? "No", I replied softly, "you have been so very nice that

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