I had entered there, when a strange sound behind made me turn around. My heart raced when I saw two young black men following me. They both soon reach...d close to me, one on each side."Can I help you?" I asked them, trying to show a fearless voice."Sure you can." One of them said smiling. "Give us everything you have".Before I could know it, the same guy grabbed my hair in one hand and put the other one around my throat. "Do not make me hurt you." He hissed. "Okay, okay," I nearly cried in. I had a couple of guys I wad hoping to be the first...but...I don't know, it was weird. Then we hear the cracking of branches and twigs, the crushing of leaves. And she lets go. We look around and notice the party has noticed us. Several are quickly approaching, cocks in hand. The old man starts grunting and groaning. As a creamy white jet of goo launches about five feet. My shoe takes a hit. I'm like "oh-my-god!?!" As I tried to jump out of range too slowly. I'm looking down at this creamy. She randomly selected items on the map, and I was able to justify them to her. She was quite impressed by it.We spent about two hours outlining our latest collaboration. We debated ideas backwards and forwards. It was like a mental sparring match. It appeared we both enjoyed the process. Once we had ‘enough’ of each other, we hugged each other goodbye.The next visit was on a Friday afternoon. She didn’t bother with social media or messaging. She phoned me. In the background I heard lots of. ‘Oh no, dear, the dress is for you to keep. I haven’t worn it for many years. I want you to have it.’ With a twinkle in her eye, she asked, ‘Did you wear it? Did it work?’ Smiling, she replied, ‘Yes, I did wear it and it worked wonderfully. It took me until the end of the night to realize the true meaning of your note.’ ‘Ah, you felt the power of the dress?’ she asked, nodding her head. ‘Oh, Mrs. Fraser, I have never felt so self assured or more beautiful that I did last night,’ she sighed..