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THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF WHAT-IF .......

Betty Nugent California

Being a girl at will has always been such a rewarding pastime to me- so aesthetically and even socially fulfilling-I never did believe there's a man really alive who didn't adore, at times, at least in fantasy if not visually, enjoying the strength-through-joy of gamboling through the fields of femaledom. On lazy mornings, drifting into wakefulness, a fun- thing is to imagine I write the "Dear Abby” column. For instances...

"DEAR ABBY, I found a half-empty bottle of Windsong in my husband's suit-pocket. Should I be suspicious?”

"DEAR SUSPICIOUS: Buy him a full bottle of the provocative perfume and tell him coyly you love it on him. If he doesn't eagerly dash some on as a bedtime toiletry that night-you can start to suspect there's Another Woman."

"DEAR ABBY, A girlfriend who works in a fur shoppe says my husband purchased a lovely chinchilla 3⁄4 coat and a terribly chic fur hat to match. Frankly, I hate the jealousy pangs I'm suffering."

"DEAR MRS. PANGS: No need to be jealous; talk it over. I'm sure you can come to an agreement whereby it's your turn to wear it one night for every night he wears it."

"DEAR ABBY, A number of times I've walked past my boyfriend's house, seen the shadow of a long-haired, terribly shapely girl on his closed blind-often in a flowing negligee and often dancing by herself. But never seen his shadow with her, nor seen her come out with him-so I can't be sure enough to accuse him of having another girl up there. Confoozed."

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