Madame led her to the platform whereon I saw a bed had been placed, a bed with sparkling white sheets.She swayed slightly as she walked. Nerves. Mada...e, Francois and two other Ladies accompanied her. She sat on the bed edge and Madame had her spread her legs to afford the crowd a better view of her private places.Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em’s puss lips so the throng could see, or imagine, the virgin skin behind.“Do you have your tickets?” Madame enquired, “For the lucky. The last thing she remembered was lying on Sloan’s sofa. Slowly she got up and moved toward the smell of coffee. From the doorway, she could see Sloan, freshly showered, with wet tasseled hair and wearing only shorts. He was magnificent. His body was toned and tanned and although he wasn’t a body builder, his body was still enough to make her feel warm. And he had a hard-firm chest and very defined abs. Yum. A brief encounter with Sloan might just be worth losing her job over. But then a wave. Always smiling, Elizabeth had a joyful greeting for me every time we met. Helen often teased me about how she was jealous of our sitter, telling me that it was quite obvious that she had a crush on me. I suppose women notice those things. I didn’t.I was bewildered by the babysitter’s presence tonight. Where is Helen? I glanced at the refrigerator door where my wife usually left messages for me. Sure enough, there was a note stuck to the door with a plastic fruit magnet. Handwritten in block. It was late and the weather had just turned very cold and the first snow of the season was falling quietly on the ground.When he got to his car he heard a voice, "Can you help me? I think my battery has died."Randy looked around and it was Kathy. She bowled in the women's league next to his men's league. He didn't think she knew him but he knew who she was. "I'll try to help" he said. "Try blowing the horn or turning on your lights." Nothing. "I think you're right, your battery might be shot. I.