Fashionista: A Century of Style Icons

Jay wasn't much of a conversationalist, and Becky found herself doing a great deal of the talking. She knew he wasn't resentful that she had been assigned to him, for she had seen the gleam that sprang into his eyes when she stepped forward to be introduced. It was the same kind of gleam that had hit Coach Dietrich's eyes as he watched her in his office, the same kind that Dave Shearing still got whenever Becky went to his class braless or short-skirted or with her thighs and hips shimmering beneath see-through pantyhose. Men found her attractive and she enjoyed it. Was there anything more to life, really, than that? She led him round the University grounds, showed him the Arboreum, where the trees were bare now, the green of leaves and shrubs gone till spring's awakening. She pointed out the older buildings on campus, showed him the hail in which wounded had been cared for after a Civil War battle across the state line. She guided him past the newer campus buildings, showing him the ultra-modern architecture which seemed really not to clash so much with the nineteenth century styling of so many of the other structures ...»