...encroaching suburbia...

I wonder how many other girls have that ridiculous custom of wearing hot lingerie when going out, part thrill esteem booster, part happy anticipation? It depends of course on the group you are going out with. But if that group happens to contain a guy only you (and maybe a pixie blond once-and-future revolutionary) know you have eyes for... it doesn't even matter that nothing but a supremely lush evening is likely to set that chain in motion. Just the fact that *you* know the black lace is there is enough. Well. Not entirely enough. But for tonight, it will do.