‘Well, it’s the most outrageously expensive, decadent, over the top lingerie shop in the world. You remember that news story about the rich bitch ...pending over 50 thousand on bras and panties a couple of months ago? This is the place.’ Both women are hungry, and 10:00 is rapidly approaching, so they grab the catalog and head downstairs to the limo. While waiting on their steaks, they thumb through the catalog, which is more like soft core porn. The large format, glossy document shows image. At first, we were quite excited at the prospect. Free food and non-alcoholic drinks until our shift started, all we could drink afterwards, and they were putting us up in a hotel! Well, the hotel fell through first. We had to rent tents before we left, because they could only get us a campground reservation. Whatever.The drive took several hours, but everything in that part of the country is several hours away. (I could not even imagine trying to take a covered wagon across any of that. What’s up with your friend Jessica? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone that excited. She was talking a mile-a-minute!”“She’s like that all the time,” Tracey said. “Don’t mind her. I could tell she liked you.”“Liked me? She just met me and I barely said a word to her!”She could use a ‘Steve Adams’ experience! I suspect you probably aren’t interested, but if you are, or things change, just let me know.“With her personality? She’s not like you used to be.”“Sure she is. Think about how she was. At one moment I thought she was wearing a white garment that fell from her neck to her knees. At the next moment I thought that her silver hair and the sea breeze and the tang of the ocean air were her only garments.She spoke not when she saw me, nor did her dancing stop. She only smiled and held out one hand to me. Desire swept over me, not only desire for her, but a desire to cast away the stuffiness and humdrum of my life and join her in whatever magical land she had come from. She danced.