Knowing that their masculinity was going to be buried under myskills. For the most part, they really became rather cute young ladiesor matrons as the ...ase my be. I had no problem with that or them. Whyshouldn't a guy be allowed to be pretty and feminine if he wants to?But now I had before me the perfect curls belonging to my husband. Uptill yesterday I had no idea curling and styling my guy's hair wouldever be something I had to do. He was the stud I married 23 years ago.For all those years he. He had a fire of righteous indignation in his glittering eyes. ‘It was a Mordacious. He swooped in, ripped my stanzas to shreds and then attacked me.’ I looked at the ground around the disgusting mess. I located his tracks. ‘Worry not,’ I told him. ‘I’m on his trail. I’ll have his hide before sundown.’ I quietly hurried on my way. The Mordacious had left a nasty trail of huge tracks and muck. He wasn’t even concerned with trying to hide his trail, so conceited was he. I vowed that after that. We have additional security here and the club is full. There are also women in the club and they can be trouble. Especially if they get tipsy and their man is losing heavily on his wagers. You are very beautiful, Grace, and not the usual performer. When the tie has been won there are some losers who may blame you but I doubt that tonight.”We were now upstairs and I was shown into a dressing room where there was another woman. She was introduced to me as Sally, the Dresser. My mind was, however,. I just wasn'tthinking. I didn't hit you, did I?" Robert stacked all the fliers hepicked up back together. Across the top in a bold, jazzed-up font werethe words "Club Week!"Lily huffed and accepted the fliers back from Robert. "No. You didn't.Just, I don't know, watch where you're going or something." I'm really sorry. I'm not normally so careless."Stacy nervously cleared her throat. "So, um, have you heard about ClubWeek?"Robert would have been more than happy to scuttle away from the.