What could I say? Slowly I nodded agreement. After all, I knew perfectly well that my own intransigence had got me to a point where I couldn't seem to DO anything! At this point, I just did not feel that I could back down. Yes, the idea of putting a dress on secretly excited me sexually, but I still certainly didn't think that Baxter could beat me. What possible difference could a dress possibly make? I found out the following morning.