Miss Julia Stands Her Ground by Ann B. Ross Page B

freedom for women, but don’t get mewrong, I’m not advocating women’s lib. I’m just saying that there’s no reason in the world that women, whether married or not, shouldn’t experience the full pleasure and richness of all our God-given senses.”
    Well, I couldn’t argue with that.
    â€œNow, don’t worry.” Tina said. “I’m not going to give you my personal testimony, but I am going to say that when I came to know the Lord, I realized that I had a real problem. What is a woman supposed to do? How is she supposed to act? What is free and open to her, and what is not? It all boiled down to one basic question: Is it permitted, or even possible, to be both saved and sexy?”
    My eyes rolled back in my head, and I had a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
    â€œAnd to answer that question,” Tina went on, “the company I represent, Erotica Home Parties, for which I am your official passion consultant, has come out with a number of products that will open the doors of the Christian woman’s sensual nature. Just as we are to reach our full potential mentally, physically, and spiritually, so God wants us to reach our full potential sexually.”
    I felt myself rearing back in my chair, as my mouth tightened to a thin line. There wasn’t a sound in the room, for Tina had our full attention.
    â€œNow, ladies,” Tina said with a laugh, “there’s no reason for you to be embarrassed at anything we talk about. We just have to remember that a woman’s sensuality is natural. In fact, it is a God thing, and we’re all in the same boat. We all have needs and desires that are God given, and all I’m going to do is help you fulfill them. And believe me, you will thank me for it, and if you don’t, your husbands certainly will.”
    That got a ripple of polite laughter, but not from me.
    â€œSo let’s start with something simple,” Tina said, drawing out a pink plastic bottle with a multicolored label. She opened it and poured a thick, clear liquid into the palm of her hand. “This is ourstrawbery-flavored, organic massage oil and, ladies, it contains only edible oils from nature, and I stress edible. It creates a tingling sensation on the skin and tongue, and tastes delicious. Here, Janet, let me rub some on your arm so you can see how it feels.” She did, eliciting an amazed expression from Janet as the oil began its work. Then Tina passed the bottle around and urged us to try it on ourselves. “Just imagine what this will feel like all over your body, and even better, imagine what it’ll feel like on your husband’s body. It’s our Delicktable Massage Oil, and it will put zing into your lovemaking.”
    I drew back when the bottle came around to me, not wanting to touch the thing, much less rub its contents on my arm. But it had broken the ice, for the women were laughing and exclaiming, and losing much of their earlier reserve.
    â€œNow, ladies,” Tina called above the laughter, “I want to show you something that will start things off right from the minute your man comes in the door. If he comes home tired and cranky, just flash him with this.” Out of her satchel came a strip of pink and black lace. She stretched it over her hands to reveal what I thought were bikini step-ins, but, Lord, there was no bottom to it.
    Gasps of shock and what sounded suspiciously like delight rose around the room.
    â€œAnd what about this?” Tina yelled, holding up what seemed to be black pantyhose. “Just flip your dress up when he starts complaining about dinner, and see how fast he changes his tune.”
    My word, the whole bottom and back end were missing. It was the most indecent thing I’d ever seen.
    â€œAnybody want to model this for us?” Tina said, laughing. But not a soul volunteered, which didn’t surprise me.
    What did surprise me, as well as everyone else, was