After.., Part 9: "Ellen perused the suits hanging in her closet. She had overslept a bit and

was running a tad late.  She chose the dark maroon one, laid it on the bed, then began to pull on her panty hose.  Next came the matching thong - this one had three (industrial) diamonds upon the peekaboo.  She then stepped into the micro-skirt, pulled it up, sucked in her belly...the zipper began to quarrel about half way up.  "What th' ... " the obscenity drowned by the groan of the Kerouac "is this?"  Ellen shrieked.  She flung off the skirt, gave it a kick, and in the process, stubbed her toe.  Needless to say, more obscenities had burst forth.  What Ellen didn't yet know was, the zipper had broken.  That little surprise would come later - and at an equally inconvenient time.  So, she selected a different suit, stripped off the thong and the hose, and put on a set that would match the gray suit.

Problem was:  she had just worn the same set just the week prior to the last.  And that doesn't do.  She had to put shopping on her to-do list.  That, of course, created another problem.  The usual: m-o-n-e-y. 

Oh well, time to start up the time-buggy, and roll back to January 2022 - it's after nine back there.  Time for beddy-bye.