“What do you think, my Darling?” she trilled softly.
“I... I... you look real, Dana..,” I managed at last.
She nodded. “I am real...but add an `I’ to `Dana,’ my Darling Ken!” the girl laughed. “It’s Diana... The Huntress... My Dear man... and you are certainly ALL, man,” she added huskily and lowered her lashes modestly.
Words came back to haunt me.
`Good hunting‘ the Old Man had said, `Good luck, Boy, you’ll need it!‘
I stared hungrily at this beautiful vision who posed before me. It was still `Dana‘ after all, but a `Dana‘ with an `I’!
Her long, loosely combed blonde hair fell around her smooth, ivory-skinned shoulders, bared by the white, translucent silk blouse with its deep scoop neckline and little cap sleeves. The front of her blouse had a rich fullness that I fixed upon eagerly.
“My good God!” I whispered. Diana saw my stare and laughed throatily, arching her chest at me.
“Yes, Ken, my Darling, my Man, it’s ALL me... both of them!”