"I lifted my arms up above my head. I felt a swirl of lace and silk andribbon slip over wrist, slip down my arms, encircling me."I know you know," I m...rmured.I felt soft fingers ease satin straps onto my shoulders, gently hug a ahem in place, to brush me on my hips and belly just above where my legsjoin. I felt her hands run along my ribs and down my hips and thighs,warmth kneeling close beside me. Whispering:"Open your eyes now."And there I was. Two ribbons of pale blue, two swelling triangles. .phone...for you." Me....who wants me?" "Well...what you do is say 'hello, Lesley here...can I help?' Then they tell you!" Sylvia sarcasticly said. "Fuck off. Heehee." Hello Lesley here...can I help?" She said into the phone, mimicking Sylvia. "Hello...I was wondering if you fancied a drink, sometime...then I'd rip ya knickers off and shag the arse off ya". "Oh...hello...again...well....why didn't you say that before...I'd love too. Haha. Next time, your near....ring me...you might just get. I’ve been in love with him ever since and we married shortly after I graduated college and moved to Nashville to start a family. This past Halloween we were invited to our first costume party since we had kids. It was to be held at a friend of Steve’s from work. Since the party was at Steve’s friend’s house we agreed that I would drink and he would be the designated driver. My husband convinced me that all of the women were wearing tramps costumes now a days and that I should wear one as well.. She sat on the sofa and cried - partly for my loss and partly for her own. Then, she went home to her empty house and I remained home alone in mine.For the months that followed, I threw myself into my work - often not arriving home until late at night. Before going to bed, I would have a single glass of wine while standing on the back deck looking up at the stars and licking the wounds of loneliness. More times than not, Camelia would be sitting on her deck as well with her hands folded in her.