The way the skirt flowed around my hips and legs.The glimpse of sheer tights on my thighs as the skirts swished as I moved. The way the top half was f...lled out by my breasts.Now the complicated part. Over to the mirror on the table and time for make-up, I had been practicing over the months and felt I was reasonable good at apply everything.After what felt like ages I had the smoky effect eyeshadow applied, eye liner done, eye brows done, foundation done, light blusher done and red lipstick on. How are you? Where's that nice lady I saw you with a while back?"I didn't want to get into telling her or Brains about my disaster of a love life, so I sort of lied."Not seeing her just now." I didn't add anything to that. Sonya looked at me kind of funny, but didn't say anything. Brains didn't even notice.We went through the usual stuff about Christmas and what we were doing for New Years. I asked them about their two kids, both now in school. Sonya had lots to tell me about them.Sonya had. " She said in her own defence. They pulled over at a roadside stop, to take pictures of a lake, calm and still, with the mountains reflected beautifully in the perfect stillness of the water. He watched her, and his heart skipped a beat. He loved her. He knew it, surely as the sun rose in the east. He thought of the evening and night ahead of them. Dare he hope that she share his feelings? Dare he hope that she love him too? Dare he hope. . .?They continued on the road trip, to be. Topless clubs were shut down across the state. Adult stores were raided and shutdown, and there was a huge crackdown on female escorts. They had even had nude paintings and sculptures of women pulled from museums. Ava knew all this, and she knew the risks of what she was doing, but it was good money and she lived in a state where jobs that paid well were hard to find. Just before she hit her tip goal for the evening, there was a loud knock at the door followed by the sound of her door being.