Little noises also starting to filter in again. I could almost feel a soft murmuring, not quite a voice, but too irregular to be just noise. No, irreg...lar isn’t right…. It seemed to repeat itself over and over again. It became clearer, soft, soothing, sweet, sensual….I’ve heard that voice, haven’t I? Wasn’t that the voice of that stripper nurse? How could that be? Wasn’t this heaven? If not, where was I? ‘Scott. Can you hear me?’ The voice asked again as the darkness brightened more. I could. Theonly sign of this underlying personality trait was the close attention heconstantly paid to his own appearance. You would never see Greg with ahair out of place or any way other than impeccably groomed and dressed. His days on the social sidelines in high school had helped Greg develop acouple of other traits. First, he sympathized with the less popular andnot among the "beautiful" people. The ones who fit into that categorystrived to stand out and be more beautiful. And most of these people. .. "What is it, Queenie? Is our bench gone?" Carol heard the young man question when his animal-guide seemed reluctant to let him move toward the seat.Carol spoke, then: "I-I think it's because we're here... my dog and l," she said, hardly knowing how to put it."Oh... I'm sorry," he said, turning toward her voice and smiling. "Usually it's empty this time of day. Excuse us --" There's plenty of room," Carol quickly replied, "if you'd care to join us?" Thanks... we will," he accepted, still. Who is very good looking and I know has had a lot of experience with quite a few sexy women in his time.I must point out that Carol and I were both virgins when we married and had, what we thought was a good sex life. (How little did we know) The booze was starting to get to me as I mixed more drinks for Jim and Carol so I didn't have one this time round, Jim got up and went to the bathroom and I took the opportunity to mention the hard on that he had had when gazing at her bare tit she said.