She would never wear high heels; deciding they hurt her feet. She wouldn't wear earrings; the clip ons pinched and she was allergic to the wires in th...e pierced kind, so she said. She preferred the triple protection of baggy slacks with pantyhose over panties. When Angela "had" to wear as skirt, it was always loose and a little longer than the fashion -- never with a slit and never above the knee. Homer tried buying her shorter, tighter skirts, but Angela wouldn't put them on. The sexy pajamas. May I come in!!Sharon:Yeah please do. But let me turn on the lights first.Sharon allowed Mrs. Chandragupta to walk through and she turned on the lights in the hallway at the same time. She led Mrs. Chandragupta towards the dining table.Sharon: (being polite)Would you like something to drink?Mrs. Chandragupta sat herself down, by the head of the table. Sharon considered this to be an arrogant act and knew that the only reason why she was behaving like this was because she knew she could get away. He asked me to havea seat on the exam table and he listened to my chest and back, and took myblood pressure. He checked my ears, eyes, nose and throat. He then asked meto lie down on the exam table and he started examining my body. He startedat my neck and worked his way down checking my shoulders, arms and hands.His fingers poked and prodded my chest and stomach. When he got down to mynavel, he asked me to remove my boxers. I lifted my hips off the table,slid them down and off and dropped them. "Their conversation continued for the next hour, mostly with Phil telling stories about his travels, punctured every few minutes by another verbal blister of Crosstie's fur. Each time he yelled at the dog, she'd pull for another few minutes, then start slacking off, until Phil caught her at it. Well, the Pound Puppies wasn't a whole lot longer than he'd wind up running the team today, so it probably wouldn't be that bad. Maybe if he let Crosstie know now that he wasn't going to let her give him.