I would shop or go out to lunch with Ailleen, or one of the other women. We would gossip like hens at the hair dressers. As the months passed I progre...sed through a series of hair styles as my locks grew longer and longer. Carl wanted me to let my hair grow out completely. I was looking forward to becoming a modern Lady Godiva for him. I joined a community service club. I really worked at being a good wife and a credit to my man. Nothing made me prouder than to be called MRS. Jennings. We would. She placed one of my hands on one of her breasts before she kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm, but I could tell she was inexperienced. I turned my head to kiss her more deeply. We kissed for a bit. When our lips parted she said, “Mr. Thomas you don't have to worry. My mom had me go on the pill when I started college.”“Maggie, you don't have to be so formal. Please call me Drew,” I requested. “If we are going farther, I want you to feel free to say stop at anytime.”“Ok, Mr. … oops, Drew,”. It was empty. Maybe he could finally get some relaxation. He eased down into the gurgling hot water and closed his eyes, thankful for the much needed peace. After a few moments, he drifted off into a blissful sleep. His mind rolled through some rather suggestive fantasies around what he would have done with that blond in the sauna–if only he wasn’t married. He awoke abruptly when he felt a gentle tug between his legs beneath the hot water. He was disoriented at first. He opened his eyes and. A more robust applause greeted the supporting performers of Carlotta, the Opera managers, Meg and Madame Giry, and Raoul, complete with a smattering of cheers. Greg, who played the Phantom, received solid applause and cheers. The cast glowed in the ovation for several seconds, bowing twice. Then, they parted to the sides of the stage, creating an aisle down the middle for their young star to emerge. Appearing from the rear, Ashley’s figure was glaringly small. Smiling broadly and walking to the.