. uh . . . posterior. I guess the last thing is that I fantasizeabout having a real feminine name like Tiffany, Heather, Jennifer orsomething." Do yo... fantasize about a particular color of hair?" Brunette. Not the light brunette that sometimes gets mistaken for ablonde, but a very dark brunette."Glory raised one single eyebrow, as if she had heard somethingdifferent or original. I imagined in her line of work she has heardfantasies very close to mine. I didn't think that she would be. I left her on the dancefloor to go to the bathroom and when I came back she was inevitably surrounded by guys, all trying to catch her eye and dancing as close to her as possible. I took in the scene for a moment and then had an idea.I edged my way through the dancing crowd and finally got back to her. I put my hand on her shoulder and leaned in to speak. "Choose one", I said. She gave me her best what-are-you-talking-about face, so I made a circling gesture with my finger and said again,. Little did I know what was in store for me. Body Beautiful was a fancy new place in town, which made me smile and be suspicious at the same time. Just what had he done? It was quiet when I arrived and although I was nearly 30 minutes early, I’d barely opened my magazine before my name was called and proceedings got underway. I assumed the position – lying on a padded table, wearing a pair of paper knickers with a towel draped over my bottom. My tension was actually higher than normal as I. Joel thought more about what he was going to do when Deb picked him up for this nights encounter. She made some small talk as she drove and then parked the car in her garage. Once inside her home he took her into his arms and gave her a long open mouth passionate kiss. When the kiss ended he still had his arms around her and she was leaning back in his arms. He didn’t release her and he brought her back to him for another kiss.Pushing back a little from him Deb said, “That was nice but let me.