"Put your hands inside my robe," she whispered to him, "and warm your hands."Shocked by her suggestion, he didn't respond for several moments."It's ok...y, baby," she told him, reaching down and taking hold of his hands."It's just to warm up your hands," she said, bringing his hands up to the opening.He was in a daze. There was a roaring sound inside his head as he hesitantly eased his hands down into the gown. Fumbling clumsily, he suddenly found his hands cupped around the silkiness of his. We had gone there four times when we lived in Baltimore. Each time we had said we were disgusted with the place, and did not want to go there again.Fay said that was the week we were to have the poker game at our house and she would not get her urge for sex satisfied. I told her to take her sex toy and try to make do with that and me. Our trip to "The Big Apple" was by plane from Birmingham to Atlanta, change, then to Kennedy direct.While boarding at Atlanta we met Howard Bailey and his wife. "Oh Toby, that feels so good." Erika, give me a minute to catch my breath," and I sat down to sip my beer and work out my next move. She stood in front of me like the statue of Venus de Milo, only she had arms as graceful as a ballet dancer's."It's warm in here," I suggested. "Maybe you should take off your sweater before you suffocate."She smiled, turned her back to me, then said, "I don't have a blouse under it, dear, but perhaps you're right. It's awfully warm in here." She unbuttoned her. The salesgirl asked Julie if she wanted the girdleoff of him or on him. Julie said leave it on. The salesgirl toldher she was mean, laughing as she said it. The salesgirl pulled the corset up on him and started lacing itup. Soon she was tightening the laces more and more. She got it astight as she could. She told Julie loud enough for him to hear topunch him in the stomach hard. Julie went in front of him andballed her fist. He pulled his stomach in and the salesgirltightened the corset some.