One of the guards checked the name band onher wrist, then stood back and then cracked his whip on her back three times.She screamed with each blow and... scrambled to her feet, blood spreading on theback of her orange jump suit where the whip had torn it open. No one else failedto respond. When all sixteen women had been locked together, they were ledout of the holding cell and down a corridor into an unfurnished room alreadypretty well filled with a much longer line of men who were also. He was thinking this was too harsh a punishment. He told her so."You want to wear dresses, don't you? Well you can and will but you willwear everything that goes with them. You have a good start but you needmore if you are going to wear dresses." Are you talking wearing dresses all the time?" You got it, bub!" You can't be serious! How can you do this to me?" You're the one I saw in that dress you have on right now, aren't you?" Yes, but let me explain." There is no need to explain. I. They were 4 inch cork platformshoes, which I had worn several times although I sometimes felt unstablein them as the only safe way to wear them was by putting most of yourfoot down to the ground at the same time.I teamed it with a small white shoulder purse. Bernadette had my/her 3inch shoes on, but on seeing my sheer stockings asked me if I had a sparepair, which I clumped back to the bedroom and brought back out to her.Foxy had put on a very chic soft lime green pants suit, which agreed. Im heading there myself. Let me take my car over there and Ill run back to you I got in my car and drove over to the little inn just over the way, it looked a dump but it would do for a night. I hurtled back over to the attractive American guy, my white top turning transparent as I got pelted with cold rain. Shit, that rains cold, I must have looked a state as I skidded to a halt inches from him, I could feel my hair plastered to my head, my transparent t-shirt so obviously showing that I.