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Press, 12 April 1978, Page 21

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ONE ENCHANTED EVENING

The long hot summer had given her a gorgeous tan, and she was eager to show it off while it was ripe. All through January breakfasts, she peaked around his morning paper to. give him a switched-on look, bating him to take her out to dinner. He! finally agreed. The battle to win round one com-: pletely exhausted her. Ratting through I her wardrobe, she couldn’t raise the energy for a second round. “I’vei simply nothing to wear; none of these’ old things will show off my tan,” she muttered. Flicking through a fashion magazine in desperation, the latest mode caught her eye. A strapless dirndl-topped masterpiece, which was held up by 2in ofj shirred elastic, with the help of two voluptuous curves and willpower. I “Nothing to it” she murmered, remem-■ bering she was in the process of mak-, ing a skirt like that. Well, it could become a dress if she only sported a narrow hemline. It just fitted nicely without hiding a fragment of her precious tan. Hey presto! she didn’t even need his assistance to haul up a zip. That evening they waltzed into a smart restaurant A succulent meal was accompanied by the strains of

popular oldies from a quartet. Her feet tapped rhythmically and suggestively, until he finally succumbed. She sauntered on to the dance floor, taking him and her tan with her. The saxophonist winked as his fingers skilfully flittered along his shiny instrument. Lifting her arms professionally to take the floor, she dropped her handkerchief. Stooping to retrieve it, her foot pegged down the hemline of the inoffensive little number she had created. When she stood upright again, the creation was dragged down to serve its initial purpose, that of a skirt. Frantic hitching to cover her topless state did not escape the eyes behind the saxophone. They crinkled wickedly, while his pursed lips loosened until they unhinged from the mouthpiece and spread earwards. The vocalist looked as if all his birthdays had come at once, and all he was about to yearn for through the microphone, had been granted witout a note. The big base relaxed his sombre expression and strummed an even lower octave. The drummer gave vent to his passions with a heartier clash on all his cymbals. Everyone was thrown off key; but the band played on.