As it was 'off season' the camera store was not open so we didn't have to worry about interruptions.So, I eagerly set about the task of bringing up th... lights and equipment from the studio. I then set about trying to set up the gear properly, which was a challenge with all the furniture already in the room. Just as I plugged in the last light I heard my mother calling me. I ran up stairs and Mom asked me to come into her bedroom.She was dressed in a short black, classic 'french-maid' outfit. But tits, if not cunts, are pleasant to see,Other critics contend,To which I answer in this way:Therefore, should we give themTo transwomen, or, for that matter,Simply paint breasts to displayAlong the highways we takeFrom here to there and back again,On America's less-traveled byways.ANIMAL MAGNETISMA spill of raven hair,Gold-green eyes,Coral lips, a necklaceOf heart-shaped diamonds--All were beautiful,But what stood out most,Capturing my gaze,Were the chocolate nipplesShe displayed, atop her. ..I probably will be arrested or something . I was really feeling like I was in deep shit. I decided if anyone was to ask I would deny anything . I calmed myself down and continued with my shopping.About 5 mins later I was picking some canned soup off the shelf and I saw her again . This time she walked in my direction , no one around I stood there and pretended I didnt know her just incase some secruity or someone watching. She came up to me and said " Can you still help me ? "My brain was. It was a well-insulated room with padded walls and enough recording equipment for amateur production.“Shall we prepare something seasonal for New Year?” she said. “Maybe one of the pieces from Mother’s crazy book?”“Crazy book?” I said.She pulled out an old, thick book from the pile, scanned for a while, and showed me.“Take a look at this one, ‘Don oiche ud i mBeithil’”, she said.I checked it out and recoiled.“Are you crazy?” I said. “Have you seen the ornamentation on that?”“That’s why we call.