She couldn't be more correct....she looked hot. I watched her apply her makeup and lipstick, and when she put on a necklace of red pearls, I began to ...troke myself. She stood up, looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall, and said, "Ah, the hell with nylons today." She picked up the satin blouse, examined it, and muttered, "Shit...makeup stain," and threw it onto the bed. She walked to the closet, opened the door, and stood with her hands on her hips deciding what blouse to wear.. I am free to do exactly what I want because noone exspects anything of me. It is a freedom few have, but we always recognise eachother, a certain look across a crowded bar, a crooked smile shared when others stare at us.So if you shy away from things wild, taboo or just plain illegal, you should'nt read my story. But if you want to know how I became who I am, how it is to live in my world for a while.. Then by all means, read on, step inside!It guess it started early, with my mom not giving a. It really drove home what can happen if you aren't careful. I wish I had brought my early teen daughters to see it. I know I would have to explain some things when it was over but the message it delivered would have been worth it. Are you going to do another?" she asked."We had not planned past one and after the ending I may not have a job tomorrow. The ending was not what I had scripted. Lorrie and Jen did that change-up without telling me. I could have strangled them but once it was out it. Two more years have passed. I have seen Deanna only in passing a few times in almost 6 years. I got a call from Nancy Flowers the other day asking me to go to a company charity thing with her. I said sure remembering our previous date. I have been on some other dates with some nice ladies over the last several years and even bedded a few but Nancy was a looker and a monster in bed. It had been awhile since I had seen her. She had been Deanna’s best friend but I didn’t know their status now. I’m.