’ ‘Finally, Mrs Mop is coming over here to do my hair and finger-nails? Oh Merrick, how could you?’ ‘Wait, wait. No tears! She’s been a hair...resser for forty-seven years and still works at it every Monday and Fridays, has a loyal clientele and a waiting list the saloon owner told me is half a mile long. She still wins awards and still learns modern techniques. She cleans my – I mean our house – on Wednesday mornings and the Mathieson’s house down the road in the afternoons as she loves cleaning. I stood up and spun around, so my butt was aimed right at him. I slipped my shirt up and over my ass, so he could see everything I had. I pressed my ass into his lap, my hands resting on his thighs. He had a huge bump in the crotch of his jeans. I worked my butt up and down against his crotch, then reached back and felt for his erection. “Looks like someone has a party about to happen here,” I said. “Yes,” Jim responded, “There is definitely a party going on.” It was time to stop the chase and. Why hadn't he taken his own advice and begged off taking his family along with the Jefferies? Jason and Liz were just too loose with their children. They weren't the type of people he wanted Karen and Phil to be around. If Jason weren't Mona's brother, he'd... "Frank, could you give me a hand?" Mona's voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned to find his wife trying to raise their tent.Without comment, he glanced away from Bret and Karen and walked to his wife. When he looked back, the couple. One last breath ... Then she raised her hands, and struck the first low register octave C's with her left hand. The rich harmonics of the piano filled the hall at once. It seemed like the octave rang forever, but it was really only a split second before her right hand flew off along the difficult arpeggios of the first Etude.Frustration set in as Irina fought to make her fingers sing the melody which constantly shifted registers, peeking between the filigree of the arpeggios. Having small hands.