No, they were serious. Looking toward the counter, two women were there, asking the guy for it. They were mature, strict and severe looking types, the...sort who might be headmitresses or in jobs in charge of other people, with a younger, brassy looking girl with them, who must have been in her mid twenties.He said they did have it, but there was only one copy left, and it was only sold to certain people. He added that if they were the right people, they would know why, and what the word was. The. Women of his own stature turned him off entirely (there was something i****tuous about even approaching them). The giant, so-called "normal" women were the Holy Grail to him—especially the foldouts inPussycat—but he was afraid to approach them.Every time he saw a Women's Lib graffito saying STAMP OUT SEXISM, he changed the last word to SIZE-ISM; but that only temporarily relieved his emotions. His only solace was his raunchy Tarot.He laid out a Cabalastic Tree of Life and beamed at the results:. I’m gonna give you a call at lunchtime and see what you’re up to and check you out,” she winked.They kissed each other on the cheek and bid each other a pleasant day as Jennie left the apartment for work.And as Jennie sat on the downtown train on her journey she reflected on the chance luck she had been given. She was an upstate girl, new to the city and knew nothing about city life. She had responded to the advertisement on the internet – “Young and feisty girl seeks similar to share. "I don't think you should count on me to attend, Kimberly. I may change my mind, but right now I doubt it." I hope you will change your mind, ma'am," I said. "The invitation will always be open."That was as far as we got with Helen. It was hard to believe she was Kim's mother. They were so different in both physical appearance and attitude that it caused me to wonder. I felt I had done my best to persuade her and I hoped that Kim wasn't too disappointed."I'm sorry, Kim. I guess I could have.