The shop clerk interrupted her daydreaming.  “It’s a gorgeous dress,
isn’t it?  The perfect thing for a party or formal occasion”. 

   “Oh, yes, it is lovely.  How much is it?”

   “Well, it’s really last season’s design and we need to make space for
the newer dresses.  It’s on sale for $37.99. That’s 60% off the regular
price.”

   Leia began to have an interesting series of thoughts.  “Do you have it
one size smaller?  I’m on a diet and this would be a great incentive
to lost 10 more pounds.”  This wasn’t exactly true, but Leia thought of
something that might light the Master’s fire. 

   “Why, yes we do.  Let me get it for you.”

   As Leia waited for the clerk to return, she wandered around the store.
As she walked past the accessory section, a pair of shoulder length black
satin gloves caught her eye.  She flashed back to a picture Alan had shown
her in one of the Harmony magazines.  It was a picture from the 1940’s
showing Lois Meriden in a strapless gown wearing a pair of black gloves and
bound to a large wooden frame.  Alan had said it was one of his favorite
pictures.  A plan began to fall into place.

   “I’d like a pair of these black gloves, also.  Could I try them on?”

   “Certainly.  They are very elegant, aren’t they?”

   As Janette pulled the gloves on, the cool satin material gave her goose
bumps.  They were snug and gave her a delicious confined feeling.  “Yes,
ummm, I’ll take a pair of these also.”

   After paying for the purchases, Leia headed for the “Wild Pair” shoe
store where Alan would always window shop.  He had jokingly pointed out
a pair of black satin pumps with outrageous heels.  They would be perfect.

   She went into the store and pretented to browse.  The shoes now had a
strong erotic attraction for her and she became embarrassed.  The clerk
startled her when he asked if he could help.

   “D-d-d-do you have these in a s-s-size 8 1/2?”  She felt humiliated that
she was stuttering.  She felt cheap and trampish asking for such a
blatantly sexy item.  She thought she heard the clerk whispering to
someone in the back room and heard some faint male laughing.

   “This is you’re lucky day, ma’am.  The last pair of that style and just in
your size”.  She thought she could detect a lecherous tone to his voice.
“Here, let me help you with them.”

   Leia wished she had worn pants for her shopping.  When the clerk lifted
her foot onto the little stool to assist with the fitting, she felt sure he
could see up her skirt.

  The shoes had the highest heels she had ever worn.  She guessed they must
be five inches, at least.  They were obviously not designed for comfort as
the toes seemed extremely pointed.  As the clerk slipped the right shoe on,
she could feel her foot being forced into an unfamiliar arch.  But, they did
fit her.