On the back of the postcard names and phone numbers were scribbled in his neat, male handwriting. Everyone who was important to him was on that card, ...e told me. I new my name and number still resided on a scrap of paper from our first meeting at the bookstore nearly four weeks ago, and I wondered if I'd ever be added to his postcard list. He'd been taking me out on Tuesday and Friday nights. Dinner and sometimes a movie or a play. Our romance was new and our feelings for each other, though. ..haha!Mick had done his usual and hung about until the sitter arrived, she was bang on time. She was a very blonde girl, with long curly white/blonde hair. Mick said she was about 5'6" tall. A slim girl, very pretty teenager and a lovely figure. She was wearing a long flowery dress for the hot weather, she had a white throw though around her top. covering her shoulders and chest. Mich said this was strange has it was so hot this evening? She wore some strappy white sling backs, very girly and. I've slipped on my favourite little black dress, which you always say complements my curves and makes you want to tear it off. I'm wearing black stockings but I don't bother with heels. I've got an informal cardigan over the top just to make it look a bit more relaxed. I open the door and there she is, looking stunning. She's wearing an aqua blue tight-fitting dress which is low cut at the front. I stare for a minute and then let her inside. She pulls me into an embrace and kisses my cheek.. I want to dress you up, take you places, and see the wonders of the world with you." He watched her face again, sending up a silent prayer. "Well, what will it be, yes or no?"Should she, could she. Why not? Reed had thrown her and her love away. Now someone else wanted her. Someone, who seemed to want the same things she wanted, liked the same things she did. Why not indeed? "Yes, I think so," came a slow reply, "Why not, I like you, and you seem like a nice normal person."His eyes narrowed and.