She didn't wait for my answer andtook me by the hand like a little kid into the Sears beauty parlor.Along the way she shared her secrets ... stand up ...traight, takesmaller steps and just let my hips slip naturally back and forth.We walked in and she was acknowledged with a nod by the lady stylistthat was working on a woman customer. She told me to go read somecomics and Gloria will be right with you. I had red lipstick and nailpolish standing in a beauty salon wearing a padded bra so I was glad. He tried to get your attention by taking hold of your arm. He also is in charge of the Program here, and you were refusing to implement some of the Program rules.”“Ah, okay,” Roger answered, “first. He grabbed my arm and pulled it. I was holding a timer in that hand; I was timing a practice race heat and watching the swimmers to check their techniques—cadence, stroke, that stuff. He interrupted me. He ignored my request to wait, so I removed his hand. I’m fairly strong; I may have used a bit. His fair skin was the perfect backdrop for the copious hair that moved up his shoulders, under his arms, and down his back, ass, and legs. And despite such a beautifully hairy body, I could still see his muscles in relief."I'll be right out," he said and headed for the shower.Hearing the water broke the spell. Stark realization pushed through and caused me to catch my breath. Maybe I was wrong. Who exactly was going put their heels to heaven?The momentary silence gave me time to shake clear my. Goethe moved to join her and I was left sitting alone in the center of the first row of first class. Everything was as it should be and I could almost relax. Most of the other first class passengers had gone up to the lounge and I was happy to be rid of them.flashIt's painful to be flashed by a camera when you don't expect it. The man was a professional, of course, someone industrious and inventive enough to somehow reach me at a vulnerable moment. I was frightened by it, which sounds silly,.