Gretchen giggled and started to sway her hips as Ragdoll by Aerosmith started blaring through the speakers. She minced all along the brass-railed peri...eter of the stage on patent leather Mary Janes with platform heels. BimboTech had added a good 5 inches to her legs and, weeks later, she was still thrilled by the feeling that she was towering over the crowd. Anyone who wanted to could look up her tiny pleated navy skirt and just about everyone did, except for the mesmerized men who couldn't. "Bet you got some attention in that." She observed with a wry smile."Yeah." Yvonne admitted, with a twirl. "I was beating them off with a stick most of the night." She dropped down onto her own bed, staring across at Hope's forlorn expression with a slight frown."What about your evening? Anyone at the Black Cat catch your eye?" Just one, but she's already seeing someone." No-one else? In all that? Maybe you need to try a mixed house." All my friends are paired up, now. Even Corrine, in a weird. Fumbling in the dark he found the doorway and set her down gently, only to immediately slam her against the wall and press himself against her body. For a time there were no words at all. Both knew exactly what the other wanted. Her anxious fingers undid the tiny buttons on his shirt in a hurried but steady fashion as his hands wandered across her skin. He slid her white satin pants down to her ankles and pulled her slinky t-shirt over her head. He always did make it a lot more difficult than. He looked to Father Ambrose and gestured for the good priest to stop pacing angrily back and forth across the worn hotel room carpet."Very well. We have several layers to peel away in dealing with this stinking pile of garbage, then. First, those priests. Either we deal with them individually, or we find a way to force the Bishop to do it. I'd prefer that he do it."Second, we have the issue of Sister Agatha's order being forced to sell their house and abandon the aged members to state charity..