You escape back to Carol

...I need to get back to my friends," you were finally able to blurt out.

"Of course. You know, you never told me your name," Henry said, now escorting you back to the table where Carol, Shannon, and Madge sat, smirking at you.

"It's... Erica," you said, thinking that looking like this, plus with your friends there, it's best not to rock the boat.

When you arrived back at your table, Henry pulled your chair out. You sat, unconsciously smoothing your skirt as you sat. Henry picked up your hand and kissed it.

"Will I see you again?" he asked.

"Oh, honey, she works here,' and named Eleanor's salon. You cringed, The last thing you wanted was to deal with this guy at work.

Henry bid his farewell, and Shannon and Madge IMMEDIATELY began to giggle.

"Is that husband material?" Shannon asked.

"Not sure. I believe further investigations are needed," Madge said. "Perhaps a date or several?"

"That seems reasonable," Shannon said.

"Could you please, just.... stop?" you pleaded.

The three women laughed. "Oh, honey, relax. There are numerous available men in this town. You'll have your pick!" Carol said. "I miss the hunt, to be honest. Oh, to be young and single again."

Shannon laughed. "Oh, come on, Carol, if you were available, none of us girls would stand a chance!"

Carol beamed at that. "Of course. You're just lucky that I am married."

The cocktail catgirl came by again, and you soon found yourself in the possession of a third Pink Squirrel. You sipped at this one.

"Honey, you may need to reapply some lipstick," Carol whispered.

Sighing, you dug into your purse, pulling out a tube of lipstick and your compact, unsteadily putting on some lipstick in the dimly lit club.

The band started another song, and just like before, Carol accepted a dance from another man for you. David was this man's name. Again, the fast paced dance slowed, and again, David pulled you close. You weren't sure if this was just the custom of the time or if the men were really trying to get into your girdle. And, you thought glumly, you couldn't wait to get out of the girdle.

The rest of the night went like that. Some small talk about men with the ladies, being offered up for dancing by Carol, being pulled close to men to dance several songs with. By the end of the night, your feet were killing you, and you wanted to rip off the bra and girdle.

The club was closing, and Madge and Shannon went their way. Carol drove you back to Marie's house. She handed you all your purchases. "That was fun, Erica!" she said, obviously having the time of her life. "I don't get to go out dancing like that often. Here are your packages. Get some sleep. Do you play bridge?"

"Uh..." you responded cleverly.

"Great. I'll bring you by bridge club tomorrow to meet some more ladies. I suggest you wear the red dress and heels." She helped you carry the bags just inside the door. "I need to get home now. Toodles!"

You closed the door, leaning against it. The day was exhausting. Climbing the stairs, you eventually managed to wriggle out of the bullet bra and girdle. You washed the makeup off of your face. You debated wearing a new nightie for a second, and decided against it.

You flopped onto the bed, nude, and were almost immediately sound asleep.

You were awakened the next day by...