" Jane said driving expertly in her heels. "So your mum made youwear skirts, dresses and high heels?" I asked. "Yes at weekends, as shewas taking me f...om being a teenager into being a women, before my lastyear at school I used to always wear jeans and trainers at weekends,trousers for school and very rarely wore dresses or makeup, now I'm usedto wearing a skirt and heels, and never leave the house without makeup on,it becomes 2nd nature to me now, thanks to my mum, turn around and openthe large. Just think, if you were a bit down or really felt out of it ten years from now, what would you pay to revisit a time when someone really special thought you were really special? Do you think that would cheer you up? Do you think that even fifteen or twenty years from now, it would work? Don, if I could capture moments like that, I would sell my soul to Bob for eternity."Bob broke in, "Fortunately, I only require a one-year lease."After the chuckles and cat-calls died down, Don asked, "Well. That's one reason we're going to Sante Fe. They probably won't have heard about us and our old manager said that the patrons of theater in Sate Fe would welcome us” Sandra declared. “If you have an idea lets hear it.” “Your old manager lied like hell, as you know. He was trying to get rid of you. If you can sing opera you could make it, but neither of you look like any opera soprano I've heard of. My idea will only work if you've got enough capital. Now I've a pretty good poke and if we combine. I lay lounging in my panties and t-shirt, my painted red toenails like beacons at the far end of my long legs, matching my equally red nails on my manicured hands.Red is a suggestive color not lost to women, a color that both inflames and arouses, the hue inside the soft flesh of our labia, mimicked by red lipstick on lips that cover another desirable feminine orifice with warmth and moisture, within for men to prod, enjoy, and seed, the essence of our existence, only my lips were bare, soft.