Steppingonstage in her impossibly tall stilettos, she felt awonderful shiver of embarrassment fill her trim, firmtummy. She was young, she was beautif...l, and thequestionable nature of the 'entertainment' made herdelirious with excitement. There was, of course, another reason for hertremblingly pleasant anxiety.Adjusting a wayward bra-strap, she began unbuttoningher jeans, progressively revealing the lacy tops ofher high-cut white briefs. In a matter of minutes,every inch of those skin-tight. ”Mark took his wife’s hand and felt it trembling. He put the back of her hand to his lips and softly kissed it. “You okay?” The unspoken question was why she declined to link.Frida leaned low and kissed the back of his head just above his neck. “When I was a girl, my parents taught me never to dance on other people’s graves, and that’s what my soul is doing right now. I’m too ashamed to let you see my mind like this.”“Uh ... What?”“I see you haven’t noticed yet. The census counter dropped again. There is nothing we can do to change it now." he said.When Mike rang off, I decided to see if I had any friends left at the Cop Out Club. I lived close enough to walk to it, so I did. It was after 10 pm, so the place had about half a crowd. Even with the crowd I hardly recognized anyone. I knew them all to speak to, but none well enough to ask a favor.Finally one of the old patrol Sergeants came into the bar. I had worked on a few things with him, so he knew who I was at least. He was a bantam. Her strawberry blonde hair and few freckles added to her country charm accent. Her head sunk into her hand smiling as she giggled at the television show. The ‘beep’ of the microwave had me turn back around and I’m not real sure what happen there. I woke up on the floor with a sharp pain in my lower right stomach. I was doubled over holding my tummy as if that was really gonna make it better, but its instinctive. ‘Are you all right? Where does it hurt?’ Gwen was questioning me as to what was.