She never went there without her husband and they were obviously very much in love as they were always holding hands, or giving each other pecks and h... would sit there with his arm across her legs.One evening she ended up sitting opposite me on a high stool and I could see up her short skirt. She was not wearing knickers, or they were flesh coloured, and I got the occasional glimpse of white flesh. That's when I discovered she wore holdups.She came to the bar where I was sat on a stool to get a. At least these proposals sounded sufficiently ambitious – whether they would ever bear fruit is a different matter.I hoped so. You can often SEE the poor air quality in Los Angeles; I’d hate for my hometown to get that bad. Without major improvements in public transit, it might be headed that way sooner than predicted.While Dad and I had been discussing MARTA, the kids had cleared their plates to their grandmother’s satisfaction; they promptly demanded ice cream for dessert. With chocolate. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.When I opened the bathroom door I was pleasantly surprised – make that delightedly surprised.There stood Rick, the boyishly good-looking husband of Maddie, just shy of his 40th birthday and only now beginning to develop the paunch that afflicts so many men in their middle years. He was deeply tanned, with surfer blonde hair that hung just above his shoulders. About 5-11, 165 pounds, and a nice little bubble butt – which I was now admiring because. "Who was that, Tommy?" she asked as she walked back into the room, running a towel through her damp hair."That was Cliff Fletcher. He said he and his wife, Claire, would like me to do a portrait for them. I told him I'd call him back." Why the call back? Is there a problem?" Yeah. They're Sally Fletcher's parents." Sally Fletcher? Oh! Is that the little girl whose portrait you did when you first started? The one who was dying?" I just nodded as I thought back to the night I'd met the bright.