"Who was that? I didn't recognize his voice," her mother said."Oh, Peter DePow." she said, not without some pride that she knew him."You look lovely i... that little dress," her mother enthused before the name she had heard registered on her brain. "DePow? Any relation to Ernest DePow?" her mother asked, stunned."I don't know. His son, maybe," Laura said, now sorry she had been proud of her new friend and had mentioned his name. Her mother was bearing down on her, forgetting whatever errand had. Of course, like The Huffingtons - Halle was dressed to show a lot of skin from her neck to her bellybutton. If possible, she gets more confident and more beautiful each time she takes the stage.Since the lounge doesn’t close until 1:00 am, we did three shows and we were all amazed that the place was still crowded when we did our last show.I wasn’t aware the photographers had been taking so many photos of me - and - the others during our first show, but Emery and Emily told me they have four. Most of the time we agreed. I tended tolike women with smaller breasts and taller than she did, but we wereremarkably consistent. We argued sometimes and laughed even more.Then Reni asked me something completely different: "Debbie, how do yousee yourself as a woman?" I suppose I'm pretty, not really beautiful. I'd say I have aboutaverage-sized breasts and I wonder sometimes if my butt isn't too big."She shook her head impatiently. "Your ass is fine. Everybody worriesabout that. Studies have. "She knew that when her father's dander was up he could be very surly. Rather than risk his wrath she gave way to Mullady's prodding."Oh, all right, but make sure you don't ruffle the mane. He hates when the strokes aren't long and sweeping." Don't worry. I'll take care of it. Now you get back to the party, okay?"She turned about and made her way to the exit. But not before giving her steed one long, last penetrating look.When she left the stables and began to make her way back to the scene of.