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glanced briefly to the right before stepping off the curb, and there, in a doorway not 20 feet away stood the law. I glanced away as casually and naturally as I could, and though my heart was flutter- ing, I stepped across the street and went along by some shops, stopping before the window of the first displaying women's clothes. A brief gust of wind and rain at the critical moment of crossing had given me an opportunity of dipping the edge of the umbrella a little more to the right, and I carefully controlled my feet. I stood at the window not seeing a thing, but listening, but no heavy tread ensued, so with rising courage, I strolled on.

I reached the end of the short block without finding what I sought, so with calm, deliberate movements, I turned and crossed the street; whilst turning to look both ways to see if clear of traffic. My body's movements within my clothes intensified the awareness of my situa- tion, and I thrilled again with the bounce of my breasts within their confines. I smiled inwardly and looked with something like pity on all those other people around me who were denied this ecstasy, al- beit a secret one. Two women gossiping on the curbside glanced at me with the frank curious stare reserved for strangers, and did not pause in their conversing. The shops I sought were not in that area either, but when turning the next comer I spied a stationers, and to it I gracefully made my way.

At the counter, one lady was talking with the proprietress, so I stopped just inside the door by the postcard rack, and unhurriedly selected a card to send to my GG associates at the office where my brother works. It was to be her birthday on the following day. The other woman left, and I presented the card at the counter, paid what was asked, and, just before leaving, I decided, this was my speaking debut. My voice is a fairly light one naturally, and I thought if I raised the tone of it slightly, the effect would be about right. In a Dutch accent I asked the whereabouts of the Post Office, the woman politely gave me directions, and I walked out. Even so, in my self-congratulatory mood I missed it, and had to ask elderly female passer-by for directions. There, I wrote the address and mes- sage then presented it to the male assistant for posting. I asked in a hesitant manner if there was sufficient postage on it to reach its destination on the following day, or would it need to be airmailed. He politely assured me that it was sufficient, so I thanked him, gathered my accoutrements, and left.

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