>>>Last night, though both exhausted (one of them weeks,) the fiancee and I found ourselves doing it in the kitchen (Reddish-violet tights for her, me in brand-new LBs.) We moved it to the bedroom in case the kinder made their now-traditional unexpected visit, and things got loud. I kissed my bride-to be's tights-clad feet as we made love, and she finished by coaxing a real shout-and-shoot from Your Humble Tightsman with her wriggling, stockinged toes. I is definitely in love.-D (In: Black Ralph Laurens. Thinking: Not even being madly in love has changed my essential dislike of valentine's day. If you're in a relationship, you have to prove it to your other on VD, and never mind if you're going through some rough patch or something, and if you aren't with someone, well it's just the perfect distorted mirror for your loneliness, isn't it? NOBODY WINS! Except, of course, the Greeting-card, Horticulture, and Restaurant businesses, that is. Hey, at least it ain't Japan. "White Day," my tights-clad ass...)