She was an attractive woman, my own age, but looking five years younger. Stacy hadn't given birth to three kids either though. That was a big plus in ...er favor, even though most people wouldn't guess that I was a mother at first glance. At least not if I dressed nicely and made up a bit more than usual, otherwise I had to admit that I did look like the middle-aged soccer mom I really was.Not Stacy though. She was tall, maybe five ten or so, an inch or two taller than me anyway, with dark brown. It helped to remind me that despite all of the newfound famethat I had earned over the summer, I was still a normal girl. I didn'tneed the screaming crowds or googly-eyed fans trying to meet me to behappy. Besides, there were still plenty of fans who came by to helpboost my ego.The highlight of the day for me was the small solo performance I did atthe Jive booth late in the afternoon. Like everything else I had beeninvolved with, it was designed to bring more people to the booth toincrease the. Her tag toldme that this was Mary."Hello, Petal, dear, your wife has told me that you need a manicure andpedicure, a tidy up of your hair and then a makeover. Well, I'm themanicurist so I'll be working on your nails first."She smiled sweetly at me, then looking down, noticed that I had nylonson under my slacks."First, dear, you'll have to slip out of those slacks shoes and nylons.Just go through that door over there, get them off, there's a hangerthere for them, then put on the housecoat. Trying, and failing not to wake her, we got up out of bed and joined Matt in the kitchen. "Good morning ladies," Matt greeted us with his sexy grin as we entered the room."Morning, baby," I replied sleepily, looking around him to see what he'd made for breakfast, it dawning on me that we never ate dinner last night."Don't spoil the surprise, babe. You girls go sit down in the dining room. I'll be over in a minute," he said. Happy to be served at the table, Katy and I headed down to hall. When.