We're not guys. A nice general speech about respecting each other. Nothing about... sitting at the table in your cabin and making love to your friends..."She sighed. "Go for it. I'll think about the other, as well. You're right. I might be able to run a couple of years like that, but eventually someone would get pissed and that would, very messily, be that." Yep!" Are you really okay?" Yeah, I'm not sure what Rosalie did, but instead of the dart putting me to sleep I wanted to go out there and. My hair is curled and I have on a pair of Twylas pumps with 2” heels. And stockings, she decides I should be wearing stockings, panty hose really, and in transparent white. I look like a tall girl of 13 or 14 maybe who hasn't filled out yet in the hips and has small breasts but a high and tight butt and hasn’t learned to walk in heels yet. Cindy isn’t wearing stockings or heels but she’s in a tube dress like mine, in magenta, and we look like we could be sisters, one blond and one. ‘Hi Cliff, I’m Leslie — Les to my friends.’ Cliff laughed. ‘Really? That’s wild, Leslie is my last name. I’m Clifford Leslie.’ ‘I’m Leslie Kennedy,’ Leslie smiled at him, hoping he might be up for a drink. ‘Hold on — Leslie Kennedy, the painter? No way — my wife has one of your paintings,’ Cliff enthused. ‘Okay, you have got to come over and meet her, she’ll be thrilled,’ Cliff asked her. Leslie nodded, a bit disappointed that this dark-haired Adonis was married. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to be. There was a lot of research needed plus it was pretty much a given success, just a matter of doing it.But of course I would be drafted into the Army and my brother in law would follow his wife and kids back to the states. That business dream went poof as well.I had been co renting a house with a new salesman at Pepo, Marty, who was good at his profession. He got a house to rent and he wanted to know if I wanted to rent a room. This was prior to my having to go back to the states and I thought.