It might have been heaven.Hazel stood next to me as we crossed the bar, resting her hand on the cockpit coaming; asking what I was doing, asking about...the buoys ... her arm around my back and her hand resting on my hip.Once we were past the Ferry, the moorings and the Horse Sand, Emily poked me, nodding emphatically at Hazel and frowning.I know I'm slow on the uptake sometimes; not more than two or three times a day, mind you, but often enough. I'm sure there would be those hearing this account. I am a real, special soul who has an insatiable sexual appetite. I am a very sexy, beautiful, confident, intelligent woman who will not stand for drama or whatever bullshit you may have to offer. At first, I am shy and quiet however after my comfort level increases my personality shines through. I am very proud of the fact that I am disease/d**g free and I will remain as such! Please do NOT contact me if you are unable to state and/or prove that you will relocate me to you! I hold myself and. Me? "Ok ok I'll do it just stop pricking me with that hair pin please."So then I do my best imitation of a model on a runway trying my best. Thegirls call out helpful hints. Like "pout your lips" "sway those hips" "swaythose boobs", "put your hands on your hips" etc. Pretty soon I'm into it andprancing around like a real pro.Asking for my clothes when I finish my modeling I am informed that they arehidden outside somewhere where I'll never find them and that if I want themback I had better. The saleslady's eyes were so pretty. Her voice so soothing. She knew exactly how Dorthy felt, what she wanted... "Let yourself relax some more, because it feels so good," the saleslady continued. "Just let go and drift down. That's right. Your eyes are tired. Tired. Let your eyes close. Just for a moment."Dorthy's eyes seemed to shut, oh so gently. It felt so good. Just to stand there, not moving, and listen."And listen to my voice. That's right. Relax. You want to relax. You want to let go..