"…Oh Monsignor I want to write like that …I want to experience life like that… I know you can teach me to embrace my body like that…”Her sof... cheeks looked fleshier under her moistening eyes. She really was a sensitive sensual young woman. Her fringe and pony tail made her look young but she was mentally mature beyond her tender eighteen years. “Bernard will you listen to me play …later” she asked assuredly.“My pleasure...however I must complete some phone calls now…see you at lunch…keep. “Go on in.” She followed them into the club. Just a scattering of single men, mostly older. Just one dancer. The other three there were gathered at the bar, chatting with the older woman, former dancer and hooker, who served drinks during the day. Seeing Frenchie they started to scatter. “Mona, Bella, take the stage. Opal, work the fucking room.”“Yes ma’am,” they all said.Frenchie chuckled. “You can’t really blame them,” and returned to the entryway behind the curtain.Liv and Lionel sat at. The sarong itself was see through and so left nothing to be imagined. We sat for an hour or more enjoying the drinks, eats and view - alone on the rooftop garden. As we had finished the plate of nibble we took up I suggested that we get some more. She agreed to take the empty plate and bottle, go down to the apartment and bring back some more. As she headed of down the stairs, both hands holding something another group of guys and a girl were coming up the stairs. There was nothing she could. She licks plastic until it is soaking wet. She bats at plastic. She loves plastic. She goes absolutely crazy for minty things. Gum wrappers, for instance. She’ll roll around with them, lick them, rub her face against them, bat them around. Toothbrushes she’ll chew on. Candy she’ll eat. In my last apartment I had this big green painted sheet hanging on the wall of my boring little hallway. It was tacked up at the top in five or six places, and made a great toy for my felines. Sometimes they’d.