Every glass ceiling she encountered, hell, she just threw some bricks and crashed her way through. Within ten years she was earning enough I could hav... comfortably quit but I didn't. It was never a big male ego provider thing, I just didn't want my selfworth to revert to that of dead weight. The kind of husband and dad who stays home drinking coffee all day, engaging in basically a hobby, taking the odd dance with the vacuum cleaner to make myself feel productive. If I'd possessed any innate. She must have been in her late twenties, judging by her crow's feet, but looked twelve. Her bust line was imaginary, but her nipples more than made up for it. They stood out proud and strong, pointing straight ahead, and begging to be sucked.I took it all in before she spoke again. "You're Carl Fleming, right?" This time she had just a bit of an edge in her voice."Yep," I said, partially out of breath from the workout. "Guilty as charged. Do you have a name?"She smiled when I said that. Her. As we progressed through the set, my feelings of disbelief mixed with euphoria as I not only was watching the coolest concert ever, I was in it! I was the guy! Kashmir was an incredible experience. It hadn’t even been released yet so this was the first time they heard it. But when I dragged my violin bow over the guitar strings, they went wild.During one of Bonzo’s legendary drum solos (Moby Dick), we went backstage for some water, whiskey and more coke. Mikey, our security man, pointed out the. Then she untied him and helped him put on his shirt. His back didn't look too bad and she took him home and dressed his cuts, which were deep and long. Paula's professional eye saw clearly that the pair had done a good job on the lad! She hoped they would be used on Roberta in a few days' time! Only the very best was good enough for her former Mistress and present Slave!"Don't try anything with me again, James!" she warned him. "You're a nice boy and all that, but you are not for me! Now run.