It's just something that Eric told mewhen he left. I just GOT it and it's SO funny. Maybe someday I'll tellyou about it."(Author's note) I won't bothe... going into all the different processesthat go on inside a salon. I'm sure your imaginations can supply MANYmore details, than my ability to present them here, can. I also realizethat MY own experiences in a salon have been a total of one, so anyexplanations _I_ could supply would only be those gathered from otherstories, so....read on. Sorry.It. Do you feel sick? Do you need to go to a doctor? I’m worried that those chemicals might make you ill and I need some reassurance’. ‘No, she said, shaking her head. ‘I’m fine. I’m alright. I don’t feel sick. I feel… good. I don’t need to go to the doctor’. ‘Beth’, I said, ‘You should go home and rest up. If you feel ill at all, I want you to call me immediately’. I wrote out my home number. ‘Call me at this number if you feel the slightest bit sick’. She took the number from my hands. I forget what she said to her friend or how it was re-packaged for my ears, but after this first outing she did not hook up with me because she thought I was too much of a brain (or some such crap). I was not overly attracted to her. She did have a nice figure - thin and toned. Even though I had always been attracted to curvier women, I could recognize she had a tight, sculpted body. Her hair was not my favorite - kind of like a middle-aged mom, and since she would have been in her early 20's. Later, George said that he felt faint when he saw what was inside. Four rows of almost every model Jaguar that was ever built and on top of them a mezzanine floor with a fully restored Spitfire aircraft occupying the centre space.Anne came silently into the room – more like a hall really – and said. “Beautiful aren’t they?”Dennis said. “Yes, they are but nothing compared to the three ladies in this room.”I thought to myself that it was a bit overdone but it definitely had an effect on the three.