When it was my turn, I walked up to her register and handed my merchandise to her. She was also a brunette, but rather thin and tall, 115 pounds and 5...9, about my height but a little taller. I didn't remember her name, but she had an amazing body. "Hello! How are you", she asked me. "Excellent, how about you", I replied. She told me about how it sucked that her car stalled on her way to work and how she had to get it towed. "That must suck, if that was me I would've pushed it along for you", I. She'd send money sometimes, but not very often. I lied about my dad too; I don't know who he is."I grabbed her and hugged her fiercely, smoothing her hair and holding her tight on my lap."Oh, Sweetheart!" I murmured.We shared the closeness that affection brings and gradually settled into bed. I held her close and kissed her ear."Do you want to go?" I whispered, trembling with fear.She sat up and touched the lamp near the bed. "NO! I love you and I won't leave! My mother is a ... a whore — she. Panty and necklace, don’t care, get out of here, just get out, go home. Thank God, I didn't take off hubby's earrings and bracelet. Necklace and panty, there’re his now, like she is. She can have him and them. Ha, I hope she wears them! I'd love to see that! She’s right, he’s a bastard and the bastard's all hers.Roughly dressed, the car door closed and locked, I got the car key from my purse as the garage door clanked open.When I turned the key, the car started, a relief. I looked in the. She helped him saw and drill and build, and by evening they had what looked like a 2x2 foot wooden box with an oval hole on top, mounted on one end of a 2x4 foot wooden sheet of plywood on the floor.That evening, she helped him carry the base upstairs from his studio into his living room, displacing his fichus tree."So, will I be your statue tonight?" Tonight? No. It'll take a few hours to encase you in plaster. And you need to be able to hold the pose while the plaster dries for several more.