"It doesn't take me even 10 minutes to put on clothes and comb my hair,"I said."I'm a girl. You saw how much effort it is to get ready for meyesterday..." she said.I dried myself off. She went into the bedroom. I heard her blow driergoing. I brushed my teeth, blow dried, and then combed my hair. When Icame into the bedroom, Layla had finished dryng her hair and was combingit."I wish I could have green hair," she said."You can. You're just a wig away," I said."No, I wish I could dye my hair green. “And what else dear, tell me I am fascinated.”“Look I’m sorry Mrs Green, please don’t tell. If I lose this job I’ll be done for. I won’t do it again, I promise.”“Oh I won’t tell dearie, on one condition, that is that you come back here tomorrow morning wearing the pair I have just put in my bag.”She smiled and licked her wrinkled lips.“You mean you want me to take them and use them.”“I might be 72, dear, but in here,” she said pointing to her head, “I am still 40. Now you had better go, but. He held me as if he was afraid I was going to shatter or something, and far away, both of us conscious of the thrust of his hardon aimed at my naked tummy.Around us, other couples were blending closer, moving to the slow tune the band was playing. There was a clearing around us, as if everyone was avoiding touching our naked bodies.Most of them were grabbing looks at us as they passed, of course. Carl looked down at me, smiling, his hand slipping farther around toward my back, drawing me. That annoyed him. I’d ruined his fun, so he threw me out of his house.”“I went back home to prepare for my husband’s return. He wasn’t due back for another two days, but he was already there. He said he had come home to surprise me. He knew all about my lover. He told me that he had to go out, and that I should wait for him. He promised that we would talk more when he got back.”She was quite restless, and I could tell she was nervous and upset.“I waited for two days before the police knocked on.