Some people say Sherwood Forest in England is a primeval forest. I've been to Sherwood. It really isn't. Oh, it is old, that is a certainty. It's just...not that old! As I walked under the canopy of leaves I was awed by the majesty of the giant trees."HAL, I need to talk. I feel different and my mates are acting different than before. Not that it's a bad thing, but I need to know something." I thought, sending my thoughts out to the craft.Yes Michael, I'm here and now is a good time to set things. . I don't see why she would need my help." And then she turnedback to Beatrix. "My name is Cherry," holding out a hand...Beatrix took her hand and shook. "Beatrix."Daphne suppressed a giggle as Beatrix gave Cherry a very manly handshake."She wasn't traditionally beautiful before. She had short hair, smallerchest, never wore makeup or heels a day in her life." A thought pervaded,'traditionally beautiful,' as in feminine...Cherry was clearly envisioning a very butch woman, likely picturing. Funny thing, the guy with the camera looks just like my buddy Brad Robertson. Well, he’s not really a buddy, actually I don’t even like him, he’s just an asshole I work with.Well fuck, what to do? Big ole case of denial here bigger than that river in Egypt. So, I pick up the phone and call Mary at her sister’s place. (Had look up the number first, I’ve never been Letty’s biggest fan and just as soon be wherever she’s not.)Anyway, when Letty’s husband answered, I asked if I could speak to. ’ Then as I tore away the last piece of tape and my eyes fell from his onto the beauty that feel from that bag and filled my hands. As I gawked at its obvious expensiveness it was its exquisite beauty that captured e and as I stared he really floored me as he said, ‘Angel you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of seeing you dressed in something like that.’ As he spoke I knew I had begun to shake because in my hands was the most awesome feeling material of Pure Black silk that was fringed with.