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shifting gears up and down, now slow on the gas, now down with the throttle, now steadily grinding through mud and mire, now with full throttle jumping and bumping over rocks and boulders, we managed to pull through under the shouts and whistling of the surprised road crew. Gina had been so happy all along in her sweet feminine role, and now this sudden switch to let brother John take over with all he had to give. What a change! It certainly took a little while afterwards till Gina could get her mind set straight again and she regained her composure as the lady she ought and wanted to be.

Some time later Gina decided one morning to go out shopping all by herself. "Well," said Lisa, "if you do, you may go and get me one of those nice front-hook bedtime bras we got from the G. Store the other day. You know my size is the same as yours, 38B."

So, off went Gina, quite early in the morning, dressed like any other little lady in her light blue capri pants and a matching, long sleeved, flowerprint overblouse. When she parked the car in front of the store, she found that the store did not open till 10:00 AM. This was only ten minutes away, so, she left the car, but instead of joining the waiting customers at the door, she clutched her purse and went along the street window shopping. Trying to walk gracefully with short steps, she enjoyed hearing the clicking of her heels all the while brazenly facing the few passers-by who looked her over like any other woman, not showing any particular sign of curiosity or suspicion. In the meantime, the store had opened, and Gina went in and went straight to the bra counter. Knowing exactly what she wanted, she quickly found the desired style, but where was size 38B? There appeared to be every other size but that one. To read the numbers Gina had to take off her sunglasses and get the reading glasses out of her purse. While she was fumbling with her things, a saleslady appeared with a friendly "May I help you?" Now, this wasn't exactly what Gina had been looking for, but trying to raise her voice to a higher pitch without being too conspicuous, she said, "This is the style I want, but I cannot find size 38B." Now we both went through the display again, but 38B seemed to be out. The good lady even searched the drawers under the counter all the while trying to talk Gina into some other style. Things became more and more embarrasing to Gina who, of course did not want to put up a lengthy conversation. Finally the saleslady picked up one more bra and,

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