We asked for coffee. She filled our cups and cleaned up our dirty dishes before she waddled away on sore feet.Mike's smiling eyes locked with mine, "t...ank you." For what?" For not letting yourself go. Our waitress is the same age as you. She's fifty pounds heavier and twice as sour."Blushing I cooed, "Mike...you shouldn't be so harsh on her. I do own a dance studio. So I get a pretty good workout every day." Speaking of which, are you enjoying your sabbatical?" Yes, I've been working on my tan. I hope it goes right for you.’ We ate a few scraps of the meal. Anne was upset about Bill and Jane. I was rather preoccupied with the coming encounter. To have a blind date in a dungeon was bizarre to say the least. Saturday soon rolled round and with a freshly shaved pussy, my body fragrantly dusted down and dressed to kill, I was ten minutes early. Anne was showing a customer out as I went down her stairwell. The man’s eyes goggled as he passed me on the stairs. He turned and followed me. There were still some fights, but as long as they were between men we could understand that.The women had been offered free plastic surgery as a side-benefit if they would do this. With Ginger making the offer, it was easy to accept. All of her requested changes were complete and she looked stunningly good. The women may not have been up to doing navigational math in their heads, but they knew what men liked. If the company was willing to pay to have them look as good as Ginger it was a good. Even Anglos know that one: it goes aay, yii, yi, yiiii... For two dollars, the boys stayed with me for an hour and let me practice with them. They were excited as hell about all three songs, because they fit into the mariachi repertoire of songs about passion and love. As a bonus, it turns out that with a little professional accompaniment, Ty Ringo McGuinn had a pretty decent, slightly baritone, singing voice. I mean there was no danger of superstardom on the horizon, but still, my Johnny Cash.