Green Acres VII
"Green Acres VII" The next day, mid-morning, Mrs. Foster knelt beside the wide sweep of a white satin wedding gown and lifted the hem of the gleaming satin skirt. She seemed mesmerized as she reached underneath and gathered the voluminous layers of petticoats and fluffed them out to their maximum fullness. The sounds of nylon, satin and crisp taffeta filled the perfumed room with rustling, whispering zips. "Nine petticoats in all, all so lovely, and so deliciously feminine!" She...