There was another mumble which I interpreted as thanks. Then I stepped to Ana's door. Taking a deep breath, I knocked quietly."Come in," she called.I ...esitated before opening the door. What I saw sent my jaw to the floor. She had her completely bare back turned towards the door. Her arms were contorted in that weird way girls do to fasten a bra that clasps in the rear. I couldn't help it. My eyes slowly wandered down her long, lean figure, stopping a little longer on the tight, muscular swells. She was not aware of the passage of time while she hummed, but when it was time to stop, she did. She wiped her eyes and felt for the first time in her life that all was as it should be, and all was well. Lying in her tub, she reached over to the accoutrement shelf and grabbed the jasmine scented oil to add to her bath. She was now fully relaxed and emotionally cleansed, the jasmine would be the final touch before she had to get out and feed her gang. She lay back again and absentmindedly. " If that was all shewanted that was fine so I sat down as she worked on tying my hair so thatit looked just like the rest of the band and I found it so painful itbrought tears to my eyes."Is that ok now?" I asked but Wendy explained that I had messed up mystage make-up when my hair was being done and I would need it touched up.Before you ask why I was wearing make-up I should point out that all maleand female TV stars wear stage make-up although you never realize it whenyou watch it.So Wendy. We introduced ourselves and began to chat it up a bit. Her name was Cheryl, divorced and living alone. She worked in the investment area at one of the banks in the area. She had been divorced three years and, from the sounds of it, didn't do too much dating. I explained that I was married. It didn't seem to bother her or stop her from talking to me. We talked so much that we lost track of time and only stopped because Ernie, the bartender, announced last call. We had one more drink and prepared.