"Kitty, dear, you do wear a LOT of makeup. That can't be good for yourskin." I know, but..but...I have a show this evening, and I have to look mybest.... Jason hoped that one of Grandma's flights of fancy might providean explanation for the non-sequitur."Of course you do, Kitty," said Elaine, with a mixture of understandingand compassion. And a hint of steeliness.Jason took refuge in the bathroom. He was lost in his thoughts, feelingutterly trapped. But he did need to pee. And his feeling of. I almost objected to this display that he was making of my body and then, before I could voice it, he was on to something else. He walked back down off of the pedestal to the floor and resumed his position at the easel. Staring at me for the longest time, he approached my once again and told me, “Move your right foot up and place it on the seat next to you.” Thinking over this last instruction, I felt I had to object, so I said, “But Master, if I do, you will be able to see my underwear.” He. Crisp bacon. Sausages. Hot crusty rolls. Women of her generation really knew how to treat a man.As I turned to leave, she opened her arms to me. It was a soft and yielding hug. She melted against my body and I felt the warmth flow between us. I aimed a goodbye kiss at her cheek, but she had turned her head and our lips met. Was it accidental? The heat lingered on my lips all the way to work.The week after came an invitation to stay over again. Once more I was expecting a restful but chaste. Scott and Joe have no concept of money and I asked the pit boss to comp the room; we'll only have to cover the bar tab, and $300 for the dancing and Angus in the other room. We'll have plenty left over to tip the ladies and the limo driver." You saw that, huh? I've never done it before, but I had studied the theory of counting cards." You were good. I was actually counting myself, and then I saw you leaving your wins on the bidding spot more often; I wanted to reach out and double mine. I left.