I have control of it but I don't own it directly. I think my dad set it up that way so that it couldn't all be taken off me in a divorce settlement or...something like that. Basically, if Mark divorces me, he gets nothing! I got married to Mark when I was 18. Way too young but we all make mistakes! For the next few years I lived a luxurious life style. I spent my days at beauty salon's and health spas. I played tennis at the local club or went swimming. We had a part time house keeper who came in. "You're such a good dancer," Jill said to me, slowly moving her hand under the table to my thigh, unbeknown to Cassie, who was sitting across the table from me. "Yeah, I'll have to get you out on that dance floor,"she continued as she slid her hand further up my leg, to my crotch. She let her hand rest on my erection, which I'm sure she thought she'd caused, when in reality she had nothing to do with it, although she may have had some influence on how long it lingered. "Jill, quit hitting on my. After the haircut was complete I really didn't want to leave her immediately so I asked her to give me a scalp massage and a facial. We spoke and she told me more about herself. At the end of the treatments I told her I would definitely be in again when I was ready for my next haircut.For the rest of the day and into the evening, I could not take my mind off of this woman. The next morning I called the shop and asked to speak to her. When she came on the line I asked if she remembered me. Of. She had definitely changed in the last two years. Many things were still the same. Her blonde hair was still beautiful. It also was still "feathered" like all girls and women were doing in 1981. As he continued to look at her he realized he was doing so from her blonde hair downward. Consequently, her blue eyes struck him next. Again, this time they struck him straight to his heart. And unfortunately in his panicked mind – they struck him even lower as well. They were a very pretty blue. Muted.