According to thepediactric reciept in the purse, the little girl was a two year oldKimberly Walters. The address was an apartment building a couple of...locks away. Upon dealing with the embarrassment of being in a sun dressand pushing a baby carriage with Kevin now being the little girl in thecarriage, we made it to the apartment. After some reservation we enteredthe building, being allowed to go up to the the apartment with thewoman's ID by a kindly middle aged door man. I was majorly creeped. “I bet Rick loves it,” I said.“Actually,” Sandra replied, “He hates it. He always insists on doing it in the dark.”“Kind of defeats the purpose of having the ceiling-mounted mirror,” I replied.“Not really,” Sandra replied. “I like it when I am alone and in the mood.”I chuckled.“I bet you’re always in the mood,” I said.Sandra launched herself on top of me, straddling me, and then she settled down on to my lap. She peered down at me.“Don’t you freaking dare look surprised!” she exhorted. “You’ve. I knew she was not happy to go through another North Dakota winter and via a good friend I knew in Base Personnel Who,d gone through basic training with me who was now a Tech Sergeant with five stripes he told me that as I,d re-enlisted Inshould have been given my choice of bases upon returning to the USA and as long as I still had a year left to serve I could still apply for a transfer and as I had fifteen months left on my term I did so immediately. Quite surprised when only a few weeks later. Some of our dates were dining and dancing with me learningto follow her lead on the dance floor. Always she treated me as a lady,holding doors for me, assisting me into my coat, in a restaurantordering for us both. In the dark of a movie theater she would gentlyand lovingly slide her hand under my skirt and make me purr. Sheintroduced me to a friend of hers, a theatrical makeup artist with anational reputation on both coasts, who taught me how to properly applymy makeup and achieve a variety of.