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she told him,

"I have put one of the nighties from the case ready for you to wear". Again Jim blushed deeply and thought to himself this blushing seems to be becom- ing a habit.

"I think you will like it", Elaine said, "from the expression on your face just after you had put on the housecoat, it looked as though you were en- joying yourself".

Jim stammered "Yes", and blushed again.

"Never mind, I think I understand". she said.

A few minutes later she showed him to his room and they wished each other goodnight.

Jim looked round the room in amazement, somehow after hearing about her uncle he expected the room to be furnished in a masculine way, but this room showed the touch of a woman's hand, everything was ultra feminine, from the tiny dressing table with its lacy hand made mats to the pink frilled curtains drawn over the windows shutting out the fury of the storm which still raged outside. Laid on the pillow was a dainty pink and balck nylon nightie and slip- ping off the housecoat he put it on. The touch of the nylon was cool against his skin and yet immed- iately he felt a tingling glow spread through his body. This was a feeling he had never experienced before that day yet it gave him an intense pleasure and as he crawled between the sheets he wriggled in- side the nightie delighting in the exquisite feeling it gave him.

Next morning he woke with the dreams of the night fresh in his mind, repeatedly he had dreamt he was stranded in the mountains clad only in an almost transparent nightie. Suddenly realisation of the events of the previous day dawned in his mind---he was wearing a nightie but fortunately not

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