I could not put my hands in mypockets - but as Sally explained, I would not need to. I also found thatlong nails made me use my hands differently. I...had to pick things updaintily. I had to hold my hands to protect my nails. And of course,Sally was right, when it came to doing any significant manual chore I waspretty helpless.Make up was one thing that I took to easily. My background in artworkallowed me skill with the brush and pencil, and a good make up job seemedso much like a custom. Pushing into her I could see it was going to happen, but suddenly I felt I needed to be a gentleman. Stopping I said, “Maybe we should use a condom.”I had one in the pocket of my pants, and as I struggled, reaching for then as they lay on the floor, Ashley not thinking said, “it’s okay, I’m on the pill.”I think she was caught up in the moment and maybe a little drunk, in either case as I came back up, and lay there on my back, I asked, “Are you sure?”Ashley now looked down and seeing how hard I. She stood before a man of forty-five or so, good looking and reading the newspaper. Good, he was distracted. She looked at him. He raised his head up and asked her if she wanted to sit."No thank you. I prefer to stand."Before continuing to read the newspaper his eyes fell on her crotch and noticed her pants were unbuttoned. Clearly, he was going to tell her but decided not to. He folded the newspaper while looking at the opening of her pants. He had to uncross his legs and she could see the. It was just a question of whom and how far along they were. Nor were any of the ladies in this case seemingly distraught about their swollen bellies or baby bumps or whatever one wished to call them. On the contrary, they all threw frequent baby showers for each other, which somehow turned into literal showers full of steamy lesbian sex in the process. If a man happened to be around for any reason, he wasn’t safe from their attention, either.“It didn’t hurt to have such a fine-ass rabbi around.