She notices me doing this and she just smiles.After a few more minutes go by and she sits back and stretches and says her neck and shoulders are stiff...from sitting. I offer to massage her and she quickly agrees and turns towards me. At this point I’m thinking I don’t care what culture she’s from this is definitely beyond friendly. I stand behind her chair massaging her neck and shoulders and she leans back into me. Avoiding a potential embarrassing situation I step back just to have her lean. One day it might be pink, and the next day a turquoise blue. I'veseen yellow ones and green ones; it's like she has a million differentwrap around skirts. Some of them are the long ballet length and somereally short. I like ballet skirts because you can see through thematerial and it's like looking at a girl's bottom, when you can see thepanty under her skirt. I don't know why I like that, but I do.I went out and picked up the catalog and package. I told her I didn'torder anything from. Her hair was tied back and her green eyes seemed to flick over him, measuring, weighing him. She was slightly taller, even without the heels she was wearing. The impression he got from her was that of a stern demanding woman, though her frame was small and petite. Giving him a menacing look she said, "Your not a Jehovah's Witness are you?" Oh, no ma'am!" Are you selling anything?" No, no, ma'am," he stuttered, completely at a loss by her gruff and upfront manner.Her stern look melted into a. We left it there with the windows unrolled and made the trip back to the house. Before we went in, we loaded and chained the backhoe on the trailer.We went inside and each of us claimed a bathroom and showered washing twice in my case. Dad had brought fresh clothes and had made me do so, too. I understood why now. We threw our old clothes away along with the gloves and masks. With all that accomplished, we began to help the ladies finish painting. Janice was a remarkable trim painter as she had.