Her uniform for promoting space-age toys is an elaborate leather catsuit plus silver boots, sash, and welder's gloves.

Her pregnancy was not written into the fourth season of TNG ; instead, her character wore a lab coat over her uniform.

Her successor, Michael Martin, also declined to wear the wig ; moreover, he chose to simplify other aspects of the uniform, doing away with the once customary buckled court shoes and silk stockings.

Her wedding was the only time that he wore his dress blue uniform after he left the Marines.

Her uniform skirt is shorter than those of the other women in GA-2.

Her usual outfit from the second series anime consists of the school uniform colored in the same manner as in the original manga.

Her new uniform is similar to her Post-Zero Hour uniform in design, but colored red instead of pink.

Her work is erotic, consisting primarily of beautiful women with voluptuous curves and flowing hair attended by lovers in military uniform.

Her relationship with Cyclops was also on the rocks ; Cyclops began distancing himself from Jean, having been severely traumatized by his time possessed by Apocalypse, as well as unresolved sexual issues involving Cyclops longing for Jean to wear both the Black Queen and Dark Phoenix uniform in bed, two costumes that were associated with the Phoenix Force and not Jean herself.

Her tutor suggested working in the area of selenography, particularly on the problem of developing a uniform system of lunar nomenclature.

Her uniform and powers were developed by her parents specifically to battle Phantom Lady and her minions, though it is never explained why they would develop such a sexually charged outfit ( one that does not cover her breasts or pubic area ) for their daughter.

Her uniform was yellow with pink accents.

Her nurse witch costume resembles a cross between a nurse uniform and a rabbit costume.

Her eyes are grey and her uniform is red.

Her uniform is blue and she drives a white car with cat seat-covers.

Her eyes are blue-grey and her uniform is black.

Her uniform is pink.

Later the same day, the prince wore the uniform when he attended the presentation of new colours ceremony at the Royal Military College Duntroon, conducted by Her Majesty the Queen.

Her habitual dress is a chauffeur's uniform with a very short skirt, a chauffeur's cap, and high heeled boots.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.