Her flesh-coloured tights covered her to the waist.Emmet walked slowly across the floor, placed his fingers on either side of her mouth, and twisted h...er face around so that her gaze met his."So, you're a tights person." Yes".She never saw the slap coming. The pain shot across her jaw, jerking her head back as far as her neck would allow."Yes What?" Yes ... Sir!" Excellent. You're a quick learner. So learn this. No tights. Lose 'em now, and never replace them. Stockings or nothing is the dress. The boys enter a room similar to the girls, the closet against the wall to the right. Ben takes his seat near John near the wall; a bottle sits in the middle of their circle, too. John smiles at the eagerly waiting boys. He knocks on the wall and someone spins the bottle in each room. The chosen participants stand up and walk into the closet. Both doors are closed and the bell rings. For a while, everyone sits in silence, nothing can be heard from the closet at first. After a few minutes a. Just thinking about it made me stand straighter. A pop between my shoulder blades told me I had gotten lazy. Frau Doktor Richards would not do such a thing. Which led me to Lars Gunter. My phone was in my hand before I thought about it.I punched in Lars Gunters' number.Phone: Hallo."Lars Gunter?"Phone: Ja."Hier ist Doktor Richards. Hold for Mein Bruder."I handed the phone to Sean, who had just reached me. "Lars Gunter. Invite him to the wedding." Sean's German is much better than mine. Sean. She had carefully applied her make-up and topped it off with a bright red lipstick. Her dress was a short white cocktail dress with thin red trim, and finally, very red, very high heeled shoes. She looked lovely. I stood at the door and whistled. How about showing me whats under that dress? I asked. Susan smiled, No way! No previews. Ill see your reaction and either we wont get to the party at all, or I wont have the nerve to do this. Im really very nervous, Dave. Relax. This is supposed to be.