?See? All you now have to doare the studs.? Dillan used her lips to capture stud from off of the dresser.Using her lips and teeth, she fitted the meta... into the fabric. She eagerly didthe same with the other. ?The studs might present a bit ofdifficulty, but I am sure that you are up to the challenge,? Phillipe said ashe sipped from a Martini glass and watched as his slave use her lips to pick upanother of the studs from the dresser. Her dirty blond hair accented her fairskin. His pride in her. "Yes?" You're really willing to support me?" I'd sail to the moon for you, my Goddess!"Kristen swooned. "You are pretty romantic. You should write stories." I have enough trouble writing music arrangements. Why would you ask if I'd really support you? Of course I would." I have expensive tastes. I've grown up with all this," Kristen added."I'd have to be a pretty serious composer. How much does Leonard Bernstein make, anyway?"Kristen giggled. "Jim Crittenhouse, ace composer." Yup. West Chicago. It was too cumbersome to jog with, and I was getting out of breath again. I waited on the corner of 86th Street and 2nd Avenue for the traffic light. I looked around: not yet eight in the morning, and traffic and people were everywhere. I thought: What a life, what a city! Surely there must be something I could take back with me to Memphis to see me through, to see me out of that one horse town and back to... Back to what? I realized that I was just a breathless kid on the street, with no firm. " then just kept going a couple of steps, then stopped and turned back to us, "I do wish I had a behind like yours miss, and then, I would maybe get lucky to latch onto a stud like him. You better not ever stop loving a woman like her, and you better not stop loving a stud like him either." then she walked on, leaving us there before either one of us could say anything to her, and grinning ear to ear."I would say, that woman knows what it is like to be in love." mom said, as we watched her walk.