You tell me your story, and I’ll give your request a strong consideration.”“Well, okay,” she began. “About the time I realized – and it wa... very early mind you – that I liked girls and not boys, I also figured that I needed to keep it secret if I ever wanted to be selected as a Damsel and have my own baby. I wanted a Hero’s baby, not one from some Cassandrian wimp. That would be adding insult to the process – you know?”She paused and looked at him, “Keeping my handicap hidden wasn’t as complex. When everybody left the building like Elvis; the only other person around was Jeremy, the young black security guard on patrol.He found me sitting at my desk and I told him that I would be in the office for a few hours and would call him if I needed something…I was completely stressed and tense because had been working for almost f******n hours that day. Jeremy popped in and out of my office to make sure I was fine.Then he told me that he knew several ways that would release my tension. I. She could vanish from the face of the Earth and no one wouldknow; a fact not lost on her. At the salon she worked as hard as she could, a very quiet butunfailingly polite and service minded woman in her forties, alwaysimpeccably dressed and fabulously good at combining comparatively cheapclothing in ways that made the whole outfit look classy. She was alwaysimpeccably made up and with an elegance of posture and deportment enviedby many. How she managed to stay on her feet all day in those heels. I’ve wanted to spend some time with you ever since we made that video together. Does this wine need to be chilled?” “Not really,” Spencer said as his eyes moved from the top of her head to her toes. “It’s best served between 65 and 70 degrees, so chilling it is not necessary.” Amy clutched the bottle and said, “Please come inside and make yourself comfortable. I haven’t had a lot of time to get things quite right, but it isn’t bad.” “It’s really very lovely,” Spencer told her. “I know that.