Large lensedglasses hung from her neck by a gold chain. This was the first girl Ihad seen here that wasn't a knockout, and dressed to the nine. Butt...en I guess somebody had to do the work.Edna introduced us. "Danny, this Emily, she is our seamstress andfitting specialist. When she's done with you, you'll be well on yourway to being the woman you never suspected you could be.." She gave alittle laugh and turned to go. "He's all yours Emily and believe mehe's a hot one, if you know what I.  One parent to another. “Where’s the best place to find bedtime stories?”“Read the local motel register.” A cockney dude strolling in the Soho during a very breezy day tips his hat politely to an attractive young lady who happens to be struggling to hold down her skirt in the wind.“Airy, ain’t it?”“What the ‘ell did you expect? Feathers?”This one is compliments of PepereI was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching my wife, Julie, who was looking at herself in the mirror. I asked. Doesn’t have all that carbonation. After he quit sneezing and blowing he said, “OW!”And Zo said, “I didn’t touch you ... EWW!”You guys quit that, I thought.Gathering my ducks, smoothing their feathers and lining them up, I said, “How do we meet Mr. Nakamura?”“Nakamura? Nakamura ... oh. The mooring. We need to go to the gym. He teaches self-defense classes.”LIGHTBULB MOMENTSince we were tied up to the MWR pier, it was a simple walk to the Gym. It’s called, officially, the Fleet Fitness Center. My name's Kristy Garrison. I was so excited about to do photo work for the magazine's debut issue. My very first photo op was a photo shoot for the cover and centerfold with an up-and-coming male supermodel named Frederico Di Pellani from Italy. He was tall, dark, buff, and handsome. He had short, black hair, deep, soulful chocolate brown eyes, chiseled face, and a sexy little smile. When he arrived, he smiled at me and then kissed my hand. He was almost as sexy as either Fabio or Antonio.