‘Denied me a duck and disobeyed me’ l said ‘what would you do?’ One of them ‘made his excuses and left’ whilst the other one said you need...d ‘teaching’ l offered him the rucksack, and he pulled out the cane. I laughed, as l know you don’t like that. I stood back and gave him permission for 6. He pulled down your yoga pants to expose your big round cheeks. He must have done this before, as he took a step back. Crack! You flinched like hell and tried to yell, again. Crack! A second red line. They turned the conversation to the social situation in their group and what they thought about the men: some nice, some less so, and apparently all of them looking for some ‘action.’ They didn’t seem to object to their doing so, just to some of their too plump attempts, and to the problems pairing off within the group could lead to. Jean had come to Europe with a similar group and warned them about that. Rick and I showed our understanding, even venturing to suggest that it could be easier. I had fully intended to add her name to the account, but had not yet done so. I might have to split the money with her if we divorced, but I would make her work for it.Whatever the case, I would now keep my ‘Jean-Claude Option’ open.A phone call informed me my next client had to cancel her appointment. She was to have been my last appointment of the day. What luck! I was just wrapping up my current task. A quick glance confirmed; so was Mama. I went to lunch – alone. Cowardly? Perhaps. I just. ”A cosmetic surgeon was sitting in his consulting room chatting to a friend when a beautiful woman walked in, kissed the surgeon and said: “Thank you so much for everything you have done for me. I felt ugly before, but now you have turned me into a princess.”When the gorgeous lady left the room, the friend asked: “Wow, who was that? You’ve certainly done a good job on her.”The surgeon replied: “Oh, that was my mother.” And they continued their conversation.A few minutes later, another beautiful.