Dave noticed my stare.Dave noticed my stare. "Her name is Joanie." He said off-hand. "And the gal with her is Ann." I looked at Dave and he smiled, saying that he thought Joanie was a bit butch, as he'd seen her dress as a man at last year's party. I moved off to mix with the crowd, finding Denise talking with Sondra and another woman I didn't recognize. They were talking about the fabled Roman orgies and such things, and Denise exclaimed as I approached. "Here comes the best soldier, and the best stud in all of Rome!" Her comment made Sondra and the other woman laugh, as well as several others. Sondra took my arm and guided me over to another group of people, most of whom I couldn't recognize behind their masks. I found myself talking to a somewhat too short Abe Lincoln, a pony-express rider, a WW-I Spad pilot, a nurse, a 20's flapper, and a young woman dressed as an Indian. This last gal did some very nice things to her chamois-skin dress which barely covered her to mid- thigh. We began talking about recreational pursuits like skiing or camping, and how they made our lives and jobs bearable, common enough talk at a party like this. I wandered through the party, joining conversations and enjoying a relaxed atmosphere. Dave came up and took my arm, saying he had a really neat idea. I followed him towards the garage, and he stopped to pull "Pocahontas" along with us. The tight fitting chamios dress she was wearing hugged her lovely form and it made her very alluring. Once in the garage, Dave explained his idea. He was going to air-brush on our masks with an alcohol-based paint that would wash off with simple cold-cream. After a second to think about it, I agreed, and sat down and let him paint a mask over my face and eyes. |