” A wedding dress wasn’t the sort of thing one could put on or take off by oneself, to say nothing of the corset.“This is your room, now, dear. ...Use it. And I’ll help if you tell me what to do. Mildred -- Harriet for that matter -- is still dealing with the remains of the reception.”Bridget didn’t have another choice. Her mother had helped her on with the wedding dress, but she wasn’t here. She wouldn’t be here. Bridget couldn’t imagine asking Mrs. Powell for help, even if she had gotten home. He assigned Craig the responsibility of teaching me fundamentals of what he called military bearing. In short, Craig was to keep me out of demerit trouble, an assignment he resented having. I wasn't too happy about it either. I still blamed him for the bed demerit.My roommates wished me well as they shuffled out of the room on Friday evening, dressed in civilian clothes and carrying their dirty laundry bags.We had to sit at the table assigned to our company at meals. There were six of us, one. I move closer, slowly too afraid you’ll disappear. As I look, I’m drawn forward. Everything’s so vivid I can hear crickets outside. The breeze has warmth to it. The oceans close. The cool floors polished wood, and the linen drapes let in just enough light. I know that when I touch you, you’ll be pulled back to day and I’ll be left in the twilight again. I lean down and brush my hand reverently over your stubbled chin. I smile, you’ve cut your hair. The urge to nip you a little harder than I. Standing I front of the mirror removed my knickers to have look at myvagina - I would never have called it a vagina before but already itfelt crude to think of it as my cunt, pussy or another other slang nameI may have referred to the female genitalia if was with my male friends- I could see a large mass of ginger pubic hair. "Wow Lucy has reallylet it go wild down there, it's like the 70's," I chuckled to myselfbefore thinking that I couldn't even remember the previous time I hadsaw her naked..