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lovely lingerie. She owned such pretty panties and slips and nighties. He picked up a pair of powder blue panties and lifted them out so he could see all the lace. He was admiring them when he heard Helen behind him exclaim loudly, "why of course you should wear blue panties Jackie, dear, the color blue is so masculine. Only first sweetheart press my slip, then you can wear my panties". Both Janet and Sheila were running over to join the fun. Jack started out of the room but Helen stopped him. "Get my black slip quickly, and that pair of panties you were admiring, and hurry in there to press them.'

The laughter died down as Sheila and Janet stayed in Helen's room while she put on her face. Jack worked quickly and soon all the wrinkles were pressed from the lovely nylon and he began on her dress. As he was pres- sing her things he could hear parts of the conversation from the next room. "Hurry, Helen, or she will be dancing with all the men. "Who is she anyway? Where did she come from? Did you see how she wanted to dance with my Mike all night, and he didn't seem to mind." "If she wears that dress again, it will be hard to get our boys to look at us, and it was just lace and net, nothing more. There wasn't a boy there who didn't notice that lacy satin slip underneath it either. Mike kept talking about her all night. Have we a tissue, please. Hurry, Helen, we are almost late. Watch out Sheila, you caught your hem on that chair. Oh, darn it, it tɔre open, you have a needle and thread? Better than that, I have my maid, Jackie. He will sew it for you. Jackie dear!" Jack knew he was in for more teasing. Get your sewing equipment and bring my slip in here."

Jack brought the slip and sewing equipment into Helen's room. He was greeted with giggles from all the girls. Sheila stepped up on a stool and Jack began to sew the torn hem. She had a wide skirt and as he turned it up to sew it, he saw her dark nylons disappear beneath a bright red slip. Janet noticed his attention and asked him if he thought Sheila had a pretty slip. He blushed and Janet said he could look at her dainty slip if he would like. Helen laughed as she shimmered into her slip. "He wouldn't want to look at it. He wants to wear it." Jack flushed even more and tried his best to finish the hem.

When he finished Helen was talking about her boy-