“So I’d look even balder than I am.” “She did a great job, but spare me the details about the shampoo.” “I would never tell you what goe... on between us when my head’s hanging backwards over the sink. Very personal.” He scooted into the side of the booth facing out to the rest of the restaurant and the sidewalk through the window beyond.“Hey, I want to look out,“ she said. “I don’t get to see New York every day like you do.”“Sorry, I get claustrophobic looking at the wall.” She laughed,. “In their culture it is totally normal to walk around naked at the beach,” she shrugged it off but continued to check out the handsome French men. I think a lot of people were checking out the attractive family. That Alabama family I told you about with a gaggle of kids was jumping and cheering while the mom tried to make her youngest ones look away.“They are in our culture now and there are signs all around here with the dress code,” Mom said angrily.“You are such a mom!” Aunt Marlene chided. " She speaks to me in the way my hands hold her, the way she bends and cuts the air. A beginner would bend and snap such a blade, but an older one, such as I, have learned to dance about her flaws and she is gracious enough to bear with mine. It as if we are an old married couple." He nodded fast. "Balance is good." I smiled so hard tears came to my eyes. "Yes. Balance is very, very good." We sai'ed to each other and parted. It had been a wonderful, eye-opening experience. I was glad that none. On your doorstep are Stacy Smith and Gwen Doe, both wearing long coats."Hi John," says Gwen cheerfully, giving you a kiss on the cheek and squeezing past you through the door."Happy Birthday," says Stacy. "Sorry we're late. We were almost here but then we decided we weren't dressed slutty enough, so we went back to change!"Stacy gives you a hug and a kiss, and you offer to take her coat. Underneath she's wearing tight black lycra hotpants over the top of black fishnet stockings and high heels..