I said, “Hello, this is Paul.”I heard a woman's voice, “Paul D’Amato? This is Janice Dubin, you know, from Trylon Typesetting. We met this wee....”This was in the late spring of 1976. I had applied for a job as a part-time paste-up artist and proofreader at a Manhattan typesetting company. It seemed to dovetail nicely with what I had learned at my campus newspaper at the City College of New York. I already had gone through an interview with Janice, an assistant manager at the firm.Janice said, “I. .. Jasper? I don’t know how Connie feels, though. What are your thoughts on that, Connie? Would you be okay with that? Would you rather dominate Jasper yourself or share domination over him? Jasper just seems like a natural submissive and that’s sexy enough in its own way, at least to me. It’s certainly got potential for a way to release that side of me,” Gracie proposed as Jasper and I opened the door for the ladies.“Actually, could you dominate both of us? That’s the best solution, I think. I. Becky continued on her way to her car and loaded it. Pulling out of her parking spot, she almost collided head on with another car. Becky and the other driver honked their horns and screamed. Then stopped. Both drivers were close enough to see each other.Becky!!!Alicia!!!Both women opened their doors, got out and met up near where the cars almost crashed. They looked around and began to giggle. Well, I was kinda hoping to run into you someday Alicia exclaimed!!!Both women began laughing out. Ashley’s mouth parted slowly, and her eyes stared through the veil at the beautiful woman. Luscious red lips, and ... red eyes?“You two are quite young to enjoy such an event, non?” she said.Talking. The Pale Lady was talking to them. A subtle French accent, and a subtle smile to go with it. Ashley had to say something back. Say something back!Julee tried first. “I ... um ... we’re...”“We were really moved!” Ashley said. Or squeaked. She had to speak up to get over the volume of the surprised.