Can not just leave my post and wander into another section and chat her up. So I had to play a waiting game. It was my lucky day when I was outside ...n my break sitting on one of the benches by the back doors. I was drinking my coffee when I heard this sweet kitten like voice beside me.“is it okay if I sit there?” it was her. My chance had arrived. She had her hair up as usual wearing a grey skirt and white tank top covered by a red blouse.“sure sit down take a load off” As I watched her. I looked at Mom."Mom what are you thinking about?"Than Aunty got up also and came up to me and said, "We want to see youin this dress." Aunty moved to the door and Mom went to her closet to get some heels andsome pantyhose. Aunty asks me to sit at the vanity, so she can do mymakeup. Aunty left the room for a moment to get a basin of hot water andsome towels. She came back saying she had called one of my cousins whohas a hair salon / spa at her home. After my cousin arrived, with two other. This time she rolled to her side and pushed him off, then got to her feet. "Geeze, you guys are frisky tonight," she said. Having worked in the Kennel most of her life she was not ignorant of canine mating practices. She was still flushed and she felt a little sweaty. Adrenaline was rushing through her veins. She looked down at the mildew spot. About of quarter of it remained to be cleaned. She daringly decided to just get it done quick, and if they jumped on her again to just ignore them and. The cake in Helen's cinnamon roll wasn't white or even white with a hint of yellow. The damn thing had so many eggs, and so much butter, it was absolutely the color of butter. The icing somehow was hard enough to be a candy all by itself. Helen had admitted to me once, that the recipe came from the file of recipes she had bought from the mill's caterer's daughter. The cinnamon buns had to be able to withstand being rolled around on a snack cart all day, and still be something that the mill.