LeggingsMarple@60+com part

"Here's the size of the thing," I said, one day to Phyliss, "You just don't know whats out there when it comes to men!"
She'd laughed at me, "Funny, you've no idea what's out there when it comes to women!"

I blinked at her, stupedly, I'd have thought women were safe bets, except since I'd met Sharon and the Ladies of the Triangle, I wasn't so sure. It was frightening to think how effective they were. I saw that lady she pointed out two days later looking more nervous and harried. I forgot to hassle her, didn't say she smelt as I walked by.

As I watched a small group of people hurried after her, one man laughing positioned himself just behind her and sniffed down her collar.
"Funny," he said loudly, "There's a smell around here."
The group all hastened to sniff too.
"Yes, you're right!"
"Gosh that's bad!"
"What is it?"

The woman pulled herself up and turned around, the group moved away to all sides and stood talking to each other. It was hard for me to say it had actually happened. From the look on her face it was clear that she wasn't sure that the talk was about her or that it was intentionally rude. Or that it had happened at all. She was clearly embarrissed.

I stepped away worried. What if they did it to me? I hurried into Phyliss on the off chance to tell her about Sharon's attempt at making me do strange things with my brain, and turn me into a we-sayer.
"What? You didn't we-say? The we-say birds are unhygenic!"
i had to laugh, she was cutting through a length of material, and she paused with her scissors in her mouth and her hands full of glorious silky cloth. Spat out the scissors and asked me exactly what Sharon had tried.
I told her the details, the hornet sound, and for some reason that really upset her.

"She was trying to mess you up." Phyliss offered, when she wants you to we-say you should. It might make her stop!"
I had to laugh. "I don't want to be a we-say bird!"
"No-brainer's" she agreed softly, "Yet, if you don't you'll stick out like a sore thumb!"

"You mean they identify with each other that way?" I was shocked, no wonder everyone was so unfriendly, "I was the total alien. I lived within a commune of people who shared every decision. They all chose together. "Would we get to find out what's happening that way?"
Phyliss nodded at me, "I wish I hadn't taken you to that meeting. I'm worried you might get into trouble."
"shouldn't worry, she says I'm good at it, and she's got the ear of the Tripod."
"Ah," said Phyliss, "I don't really know the Tripod. I know one of them, the tall woman that was talking silly."
"Are they all like that?"
"Well from what I hear they're all tall! Some of them are reputed to be witches."
"We could find out, and then we could go tell the Police."
"Depends if the Police are in the men's organisations!" Phyliss replied, "It isn't safe!"