Midge, what canI do to help?"After mom left, Midge said she had about 15 minutes until her nextappointment and put me up in her chair. "Didi, your hai... is fairly long,would you like it to grow longer?" Oh, yes, that would be wonderful." Let me give it a little cut and we'll work on letting your hair growinto a longer style." After a few snips, Midge used her curling iron toexpertly put my hair in a very stylish look. "Thank you Midge, you arean artist!"Midge asked me to go get her next client. Once again I felt hypocritical making platitudes and half-truths while Francine confessed intimate details about her love life with past boyfriends and her husband. Freed of the guilt she had internalized, she stood and moved around her large, imposing desk. No male could have ever mistaken her intent. We adjourned to a locked conference room. Things progressed rapidly from that point, making lunch pass more swiftly than I would have wished.I spent the afternoon in Brantwell's office in the. On one wall was a bed, and enormous at least double bed, maybe one of the next bigger sizes, a four poster with some sort of cloth covering over the top, like a carriage or something. Next to her bed, but down the wall some was her desk, but what really astonished him was that beyond all that was a sitting area with a full size sofa and two upholstered chairs and a big flat screen television on the wall. He was quite sure that her bedroom was larger than the first floor of his old house.She led. You don't know what you're missing." I don't," said Carol. "I can't even begin to guess, but if it's really that good I'd need to be on top form and quite honestly I'm too tired." Tough night for you, huh," he said, turning to me as he got up to go."May... be," I said, drawing it out, "but the mornings are something else."When he'd gone Carol leaned over and took my hand. "You okay?"“No,” I said. “I’m barely alive. Don’t ever do that again. I've had the, scariest, most anxious night ever. I.