Leaning against a rockface near the entrance, she would squeeze her full nipples while deftly working her fingers over the moist pink flesh, not enoug... to relieve her, but to sharpen her desires into razors.She had always kept her sexuality to herself as she did the treasures inside her cave. She would wait for her dark eyes to slowly adjust to the light and then she would enter into her self-made world. Stowing her gear at the back, she would then open her bag of candles and light up the. “Are you sure?” she asked.I assured her I was.“That was nice,” Diane remarked. “Good tippers get noticed.”I slipped two twenty dollar bills across the table towards Diane.“I can’t take that from you,” Diane remarked.“You don’t dance for free,” I replied.She took the two twenties and stuffed them into her clutch purse and set it on the table. As the dancers rotated to new stages, Diane stood in front of me and tapped the inside of my outstretched ankles with her black stiletto heels. Diane. And of course, I continued to gain weight. It's funny, but seeing me gainweight must have been a "turn on," or something, for Dad, and maybe evenRomey for they sure didn't do anything to help me control my weight.Before Dad went to work in the morning he'd fix me a huge breakfast -eggs, bacon, sausage, French toast and pancakes (swimming in butter andsyrup of course) - and I'd gorge myself till I was stuffed and then getback into bed and sleep till the early afternoon when Romey would show. I can’t believe we haven’t met before today. I must say that’s very curious and fascinating.Myrtle: That does seem strange. We both moved here from St. Louis in the spring of 1995. I, too, can’t believe we haven’t met. But you do look so familiar. It is indeed utterly baffling and extraordinary that we can’t recall having met.Mortimer: Yes, I agree. It is utterly baffling and extraordinary that we can’t recall having met. I think, however, if we keep trying we will recall where we have.