. over the next month or so."The way he looked at me sent a chill through my heart. What did he know that I didn't?"It doesn't matter, I like the way ... dress. It's nice. I don't want to look like some slut or bimbo." But there are lots of very elegant women who show off their, um... assets more." I don't care about what other women wear." Do you care about making your husband happy?" Of course I do..." Suddenly, I began to feel a bit queasy about where this conversation was headed."... then I. "Okay. Throw me a pass and see if I can't catch it." So I did and she did. " Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can tackle any of us", I replied cautiously now. " Try Me," she stated cockily. So I ran at her and damned if she didn't manage to tackle me. I must admit that I didn't try too hard to avoid the tackle but she still did a good job. So I asked everyone if they wanted to allow her to play and all the guys said yes so she started playing with us. We didn't let her touch the ball much and we. It's over on 15th Avenue. I lived a block down the street on Adams Street. You used to ride your bike over to my house all the time so we could go to the schoolyard to play together." "I see." he said. Linda went through the photo album with her husband, explaining each picture and helping to give him a better understanding - if not memory- of who he was and his past history. Some of the pictures Steve looked at seemed vaguely familiar...like a shadow in a fog. But in the end, he wasn't much. Though I didn’t have my guitar pick in my right hand, I had my left hand on the neck old my guitar, right over the pick where I had it slipped under the strings, at the top fret. I felt the spark, and I’m sure Sherry heard it - she laughed just as Barbra yelped and asked, “What in the Hell Was That?”I was looking at her western shirt when the pearl snaps popped – one by one – all the way to her waist, exposing her bra, which was ripped apart between her small cups.“OH - MY – GOD! Would you just.