This is the manager. Can I help you?" I sure hope so. I'm a friend of Jamie, um your dancer called Dawn. Iam waiting at her apartment, and she shou...d have been here a half hourago. Is she still there?" Um, no, I'm pretty sure she left just after closing." Oh. Well, could you check the parking lot for her car? Please. I'mreally worried about her." Ok, hold on a minute." Bill set the phone down and let himself out thedoor into the parking lot. He mused softly, "Yep, there's Jamie's car.. Jack pulled off his shoes, dress pants, dress shirt and undershirt. Hisboxers followed before he stepped into the bodysuit, only clad in hisblack socks.Jack brought the bodysuit up his body, working his arms through theshoulder straps before he pulled it tight against his body. He felt ithugging his back before he remembered the stylist's words and reachedbetween his legs.He felt a little discomfort as he forced his manhood between his legsbefore he zipped the fastener that ran from his. I called the place and asked them if they were busy. The woman on the phone sounded a little older and spoke some quick chopper English. "We avaliable, girls are waiting, come". I went to the parlor and went inside. The old woman greeted me and asked how long I wanted. I said a half hour massage. She said ok and directed me to a room. The hallway was dark and the room was darker with only a little light where the oils were. The older woman said "take off clothes and but on shorts". I said ok. So, whether it's sewing a dress for one of the girls, picking out a new set of sheets for the bed Doug and I share, or choosing the plants for this spring's garden, every action fills me with a sense of joy and purpose. I know I'm sounding more than a little Pollyannaish. Life isn't perfect. Doug and I have our quarrels every now and then. Sometimes, the girls get into trouble (although Kelly seems a lot more prone to it than Connie, to be honest), and there are months when my PMS is so bad I.