I'm supposedto like them. It's normal for me." Not all women like wearing them though, do they? And although todaysociety says that only women in our ...culture are supposed to wear themdoesn't mean that only women can like them. There have been times menwore high heels, lace, and other things. I just happen to like wearingdresses. I don't go out, I don't wear make-up, and I don't have aninterest in being with a man."Emily sat without saying a word for several minutes. Vince let her workthrough it. Isn't it. As the night progressed the handsome young Prince, known locally as Charming, danced with a veritable plethora of young lovelies. Each more dazzlingly beautiful than the last. At around 8pm a new maiden entered through the grand arch.The Prince held his breath. His heart fair threatened to burst from within the confines of his ribs at the sight of her. She was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen. She had hair like spun gold, piled high upon her head. Her face was so beautiful. .. too kind, really. You let me get away with murder."She grinned and said, "Honey, I had to substitute the placebos. All that salicylic acid would have rotted my stomach. Why did I always claim to have headaches? Because it was all I could do to screw up my willpower once a week. You see, I had to steel my nerves to take you without coming apart the way I did last night. Any more often and I would have cracked." Then she grinned and added, "From now on I'm just going to crack."Edging up higher. "You will die now, on this trip," she said."Yes, I know," I said."Since when do you know?" she asked, trying to keep her surprise from showing in her voice."Since before I agreed to join the expedition," I said."But how did you know?"I looked at Paul who sat next to us, pretending not to be interested in our talk. Or maybe he really wasn't."Paul has never had any secrets from me." No, I could not say that. He had not told her that he had told me. He had not been open to her, and I could not.