But I saw her checking me out hard I just laughed and said nothing. We told her we were going to go up the board walk to see the rides at the front of...the island. This is and old place with lots of rides and carny stuff the standard beach stuff. This is and very family oriented place and still is to this day.So now I get her phone number at home because at this time there are no cell phones yes the olden days. WE would then ride on our back home and start to date on and regular time each week. So we go into this place - it didn't even have a doorman! - and my eyes have to readjust to the dark. There's a stage, but no one is dancing. They order drinks - and a club soda for me - and tell me to relax. I had noticed a twinkle in both of their eyes, so I knew they thought they had a surprise for me that they thought I'd like. So we sat down at a rickety little table and talked about our day.After a while, this blond girl comes out of the bathroom, pushes a couple buttons on the jukebox,. Many were famous. I recognized iconic photos by Edward Weston, Henri Cartier Bresson and Horst P. Horst. Over the mantlepiece in a gold leaf frame was Alfred Stieglitz's photo of "Georgia O'Keefe, Hand and Breasts" and a pair of E.J. Bellocq's brothel-portraits taken in the Storyville red-light district of New Orleans. Beyond Jillian's bed was a small alcove and the portraits I saw there pulled me in like a magnet. They were of Jillian. A few were contemporary. But in most, her hair and makeup. But I didn't want to touch this place with my hands yet.After several attempts I succeeded in standing up and I walked slowlyback and forth in the little room. After about an hour of this I couldwalk without any problem, and now I felt ready to stand in front of themirror and take stock of myself.It was with a shock of joy that I stood before the mirror. There I was,with short blonde hair, a lovely face with expressive eyes, a sweetmouth. Then I looked down a little and saw these curvatures.