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detectable or untoward in her manner. I filled up with gas across the street, and resisted the impulse to engage the man in conversa- tion, before driving on.

G, a widower living alone, greeted me as I drove into the front, chasing me indoors while he did the luggage transfer like a gentle- man, in his shirtsleeves, despite the pouring rain. He was the first of Christine's acceptors, outside my GG and naturally, there will al- ways be something rather special about our relationship. He is at delightful person, with a generous, flexible nature, and nothing ever fazes him. He sat me down comfortably and we talked while he pre- pared afternoon tea, bringing him up-to-date with my adventures. He was amused, and happy for me, and the afternoon flew on wings of good companionship, he treating me appropriately in his incom- parable way. I felt wonderful, safe, protected, and able to relax and be MYSELF in a beautiful atmosphere.

I bathed leisurely and then he asked what I wanted to do about dinner. I challenged him to take me out to a restaurant which he immediately accepted. I also reminded him of an earlier promise to wear the expensive fur coat of his late wife that still hung in a well-protected cover. Asserting that he always kept his promises, which I knew, he phoned for a table, produced this beautiful musquash coat, and I delightedly prepared to make myself as beau- tiful as possible.

I wore the pale beige slip this time, over it a white evening top with silver lurex pattern through it and full sleeves, that my GG had recently bought for me, then a white crimplene knee-length pleated skirt. A white wool belt with a gold buckle over the top, plus my newly-acquired wig, and with makeup, perfume, a little pen- dant of crystal, and I was raring to go. I was glad of the warmth, as well as the luxury of the fur coat, as he escorted me from his car into the restaurant, which was only moderately busy at this time in the early evening. Several glances were frequently sent my/our way, but, deliberately not paying attention to them, I was in no mood to try interpreting them. For the first time, I felt able to relinquish my cares to my tall, capable escort, and so concentrated in playing up to him as if no one else exited. I was so "high" I was almost light- headed, and not because of the wine that was brought to accompany the excellent dinner of oysters mornsy. The soft lights, muted music, warm opulent atmosphere, all my sensuous awareness of body,

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