She was immersed in music and perhaps found solace in resting her cheeks on my shoulder.I reciprocated by putting my palms on top of her palms which w...s kept on her thighs. This was the start of a current that was passing between me and her. I generally circled my finger on top of her palms. Meanwhile, she got her head closer to my shoulder … And her lips and her breath almost touched my neck. Her warm breath gave me mild tickles.If there is one thing that sets me on and makes me feel hot and. "What isit?" Allie asked her sister, hoping to get an answer this time."See those two women over there?" Liz said as she motioned with her headto a few yards away. Allie looked in the direction that Liz had made hergesture towards. Allie took stock of what she saw.Sitting at a different park bench were two women. Older than the twosisters. One woman was blonde. Maybe 5'7". She was slightly rounder thanthe other woman. Definitely not overweight, but had curves to her. Nodoubt from being a mom of. In those days, I thought I looked like a rock star, and so did the girls. I did pretty well. I met a lot of girls from a town about 20 miles away, and I didn’t have a car. But back then you could count on getting a ride if you hitchhiked, and I did so to hang out with the girls, often. And that’s how it all started. I was dressed in a pair of jean shorts, sneakers and a tank top, wandering along a back road, when an older Lincoln came along. I put out my thumb and the car came to a stop just. Ages in a hot steamy bath, beauty mask, carefully removing my nail polish and makeup. Just me, au naturel. When I got up in the morning, I was a fresh blank canvas ready to paint a portrait of Peg Chester on. Breakfast was delivered by room service at seven along with the Savannah Morning News. By that time, I’d already filed my nails to a no-nonsense length and applied polish—a pinkish pearl called Champagne Toast.After breakfast, I started on my face and hands. Even though at twenty-seven I.