This is not fiction, this a TRUE life experience. I am living in Reno, Nevada now and I decided that I wanted to get a part-time job. I knew that ... wanted something unusual that would appeal to my "other? side. I didn't want to work in the traditional part-time world of fast food and gasoline. There is a store here on South Virginia St. called "Romantic Sensations," a neat store that caters to a lot of different people. They have a wide selection for every taste?from French maid outfits and. My relation with Helen was peculiar, to say the least. She knew who I was. Few things ever escaped those keen blue eyes. She knew those secrets about me that I dared not reveal to others, and knew also that I was a priestess of The Lady. That served me at Troy during the siege, it served me again when all of us in Her service were set to one side to be slaughtered.Helen, likewise consecrated to Her, put an end to that foul deed when she realized what was to happen and boldly left Menelaos' side. "What kind of firepower are you packing?" Enough to do the job," Barbara replied tersely.Soon the night was full of flashing red lights and blaring speakers as cop cars and emergency vehicles arrived on the scene. A crowd gathered and police barriers were set up to keep the morbid curiosity seekers away."Carlos Mendez was a wanted felon and a drug addict," The watch commander told Barbara, "You did the streets a favor by blowing him away."A tall well-dressed man put his arm around Barbara and. So I stoodand grabbed her by her long brown ponytail and pulled her mouth to mine. Ourlips met in a long sensual kiss that lasted a few minutes. It ended with ourhands roaming each others bodies. Voices pulled us out of the moment and wequickly grabbed our stuff and headed for my house, which was after all justa few miles away from the river. As we walked through the front door we were greeted warmly by my dog Sandy.She is a 5-year-old golden lab. She immediately put her cold wet nose rightto.