I’m relatively sure Angela and Nadereh are going to team up to kill me with pleasure this evening.”“Well, if they’re too much for you, send on... of them over here,” Donna replied. “We’re still young and vigorous, and we wouldn’t want you to die...”“You have a paddle handy, son?”“A large selection, what style would you like?”“Your wife’s ass is maturing nicely ... got a leather ping-pong paddle?”“We do indeed, I’ll fetch it,” Jason said.“What, Revered Patriarch? Afraid to do it by hand?”“I say. Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked."I couldn't do something like that," she said."Once you overcome your fears, you own them. If you own your fears then you own your own life. If you own your life you can do whatever you want or dream about." That sounds good but what does it mean?" You work here for someone else framing pictures. You could own your own frame shop but then you still might be afraid to fail or to ask someone to finance your dreams. You might have other dreams but have abandoned. ." Oh no you don't gurl-fren'! I gotta see this!" and she drug me into thefirst dressing room, closing the door behind us."Lisa! No!" I was smiling, but my body felt petrified, stiff.She cocked her head slightly and took a step toward me. Slowly shereached out and slide a hand around my back, pulling me closer by a halfstep. For a split second I thought her next move was to kiss me! Her eyeswere locked with mine and she raised an eyebrow as she unhooked the claspof my bra. I stepped back. Was it somebody just looking or someone actually interested? I turned off the mower and walked out to the woman as the young blonde turned to greet me.Her voice was as melodic as her face was naturally beautiful. Again, she had no make up on. Again she had on a sleeveless blouse but this time over a pair of shorts. This time no accompanying friend with her nor mom. This time she was alone. This time —she sized me up rather than a blank acknowledgement. Conversation was light and easy. She wore.