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room, I almost wished the experience had lasted longer. I enjoyed be- ing the object of everybody's scrutiny. Now I relish the experience and the pleasure of having those sweet young officers calling me Miss and lighting my cigarettes.

Though I was due home the next day, I went to a motel in Lawrence, Mass., where I dressed up again. This time I wore a red dress that showed my figure to advantage. When I was dressed to my satisfaction, I called for room service and again got an obliging waiter who took several pictures for me. The motel was large and busy and I spent a pleasant evening walking around the grounds and driving out for gas. No one seemed to read me even when I spoke.

"Oh, that's just our neighbor, Mr. Blithers, walking in his dreams again."

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