I protected myself over the years. I learned to be tough because I had no one else to stand up for me. ‘Sweet one, please don’t cry. I hate it whe... women cry. I hate it even more to see you cry. Please stop.’ he is so sweet. My crying slows into mere hiccups, then to only a soft mew every now and again. ‘There now, thats better. Are you alright?’ he asks with so much compassion that I almost want to cry again. ‘No one has ever cared for me like this before, and it feels nice but at the same. I never seem to be able to get them tight enough on my own."I kneel in front of her and help her into her skates."I am Jayden Zwicewicz. I haven't seen you before." I work with Mary Tyler and she mentioned that the club needed volunteers to help with the club; so, here I am volunteering!"Jayden's legs are long and well-shaped. The short skirts and leotards most girls wear expose all of their legs and the beautiful area between them. Due to the nature of the costumes, they are made of tight, yet. The reflection in the glass looked like a cross between a still from a film-noir movie and a Helmut Newton fashion shot. She felt impossibly glamorous and delighted in it.Inside, a security man at the door checked her invitation with less attention than her outfit. He directed her to the cloak room where a man in the uniform of a 1950’s hat check girl complete with pill box hat, short flared skirt and fishnet tights offered to take her coat. She exchanged it for a numbered tag.Back in the. Someday I might consider it, but not now.I entered the house and called out, "Jen, I'm home."No answer. I went to my room and set my bags down on the bed.I changed into a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top to get more comfortable. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down in a to relax.My mind easily drifted back to my weekend with Dave. I felt his arms wrap around me. I imagined his lips against my own. The strength of my feelings for Dave were so strong as to drown out all.