"Francie, will you but your hands behind your back for a second?" I asked her. I want to wash you some more." She placed her hands behind her back, ob...ivious to my intentions. With deft speed, I wrapped the one leg of the hosiery around her wrists, knotting it securely. Then I drew the other leg over the curtain. She was immobile for the moment. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" she snapped. Of all the stupid pranks. Only you would do something as juvenile as this. Untie me right now!". After dinner, everyone adjourned to the living room and took seats upon the sofa. Donna made sure that the wine glasses stayed full and kept the conversation light and general, making a point though of letting Lupe know that she was excited about having Lupe be their first guest as a couple. Donna commented several times on how much she liked music and dancing and lamented the fact that Jim was a TV and bowling kind of guy. Lupe and Donna got up after awhile to give Lupe a tour of the condo and. She was thirty-four, divorced, childless, slim, well-built and had a pretty, face. Her lips were thick, painted deep red and pouty; her eyes were wide, deep set and curious. She was neatly groomed looking like she could be cast as a librarian in a modern movie. Her countenance reflected a provocative ?why do you want to play with me? look. She said she worked as a dentist’s receptionist for eight years, had gone to but not finished college. She told me she was married for six years and. She whispered to me “Room 308. Seven fifteen,” and she walked out of the room, towards the Ladies room. I glanced at my watch. It said six. I walked over to the bar, and requested a glass of ice water. Even when musicians are allowed to drink at these functions, I always make it a point to drink only water, or tonic. I don’t want the guests or members of the wedding party to think that I am giving them less than their full value for my musical services. I figure there are reasons they call.