By the time we finished with the incident, it was nearing noon so we went back to the Winnie to have some lunch. We ate our sandwiches, fed and change... the babies and talked about what we had been through. As we talked I felt like a great load had been lifted off my shoulders as the adrenalin left my system and I grew sleepy. I suggested a nap and heard no objections. Even the little ones were ready for a nap so we all bedded down to recharge our internal batteries. We must have been wound up. She was completely aware of her body, her every muscle and feeling. To them she seemed defiant, in touch with her sexuality. It was arousing to watch, and so very rare. In the midst of the hip-swinging, foot-tapping throng, she seemed like a flower, a goddess. Her uniqueness was her beauty, her selfish sensuality. She took pleasure alone, and needed no other, while she could dance. The song built up to a climax- so did she. Her movements became wilder, yet utterly controlled, in that only a. For most, the Red Light District is a place of fun. Where in the world can a person walk around a city center, allowed to peek into people’s bedrooms, where beautiful creatures are not only showing themselves off, but also whispering: for the right price, anything is possible. This was not so much a realization I had when I first walked these streets, when I was a young boy, on my way to yet another museum our teacher had lined up for us. Back then, it was merely the sight of a woman in a. Gathering her jacket and purse, Star followed her thru the hallway to the nurse’s station. After being weighed, blood pressure and pulse taken she was taken to an examination room. ‘Doctor Johnson will be with you in a moment.’ The nurse told her with a small smile, easing her terse face. The nurse laid out two sheets on the examination table and left the room. After about fifteen minutes a knock sounded on the door and it slowly opened. ‘All right to enter?’ A deep masculine voice asked..