"He had a knife dad, but Stan broke his nose, and kicked him in the...underwear, then took it away from him!" Dad looked at Stan and smiled."I owe you... son. Thanks for watching out for Abbie." It was nothing sir. But sir, can I call on Abbie in the future sir?" Of course! Here's my card, our number is right there." Stan kissed my hand, shook dad's and walked down the street. "How could you do that to me!" What?" Dad didn't get it and I stormed in the house, my skirt flaring as I turned and ran.. “Get naked Robertson. I am not wasting my time with a dressed dyke.’, screamed RosieMargo chuckled. It was the old Rosie for sure. She undressed and walked upstairs naked taking only her panties in her hand. She remembered the scenario they used to follow. Margo turned her panties inside out and tied them around her neck with a knot. When she reached the top of the stairs, Rosie was waiting for her stark naked except for her panties around her neck. Margo got the welcoming she expected from the. She said that she was very kind, soft spoken, and caring. Even more amazing, was that she also was a survivor of years with an abusive husband. She told me that was the reason for her becoming a surgeon with the sole intention of helping women who suffered the same brutality as she had. ‘If it weren’t for her and my counselor, Michael, I never would have left that hospital,’ Marlene said, in a serious, but calm voice. ‘I had to go back for several more surgeries, beginning the long process of. That costs me a little more too. As for clothes, well, my wardrobe is about half Government issue and half upgrades. As you've seen, we don't have quite as much interest in fashion as your people did, although we do have an extensive lingerie market." Lingerie?" he said."Oh yes. Martian women love lingerie. Of course the lingerie items are all considered luxuries so you'll have to pay for them yourself." Of course," he said slowly. "Is it just me, or do you Martians seem to be well... somewhat.