“Everyday.”Brad reached for her hand and held it. “I’m sorry, Maggie. It’s none of my business.”“No, it’s okay,” she said. “It’s...good to talk about it sometimes. It just makes me sad. Because I know in my heart that the reason I lost my baby is because of the stress I was under: My husband was a loser, he didn’t want a baby, he didn’t love me, I didn’t love him, and I knew I would be bringing the child into a bad marriage with an uncaring father.”He squeezed her hand. She squeezed his back.. It reminded him of who and what he was...he would never take it off...When asked about his name or the charm her wore...he would smile to himself and reply.."the name was given to me..as was the charm..."...oh really?....who?.. they would ask....he would bow his head and say "it is not my place to say...."letting all the world know he was a sub... As time passed he saw less and less of the beautiful lady...till one day she no longer appeared at the club....he was saddened by this but he knew. My attention wandered, and I looked back around at a particularly shapely mannequin wearing a lacy red garter belt. Across the way, I noticed a striking older woman holding a hangered bra and panty set. She was something else: tall, dark-haired, with deep red lips. She took her underwear seriously, and she studied the ensemble with a steady eye."What are you staring at?" Sara whispered in my ear.I jumped and spun around. I kicked myself for not being more discreet.Fortunately, Sara was smiling.. " Jess smiled at thecompliment. "I knew from the start that you were going to be a goodhairdresser but you have a great eye and a great beautician as well butI see that you still have to start with make-up." Thank you Julie. Does that mean that you will keep me on when Igraduate in a few weeks?" I am going to handcuff you to a sink. Now what can I do?" I'm going to work on their nails again but you can do her brows if youwould like to." This was one thing that made me very nervous."Okay. .