"So, Binta, who's your new friend?" Ana, the Director's new secretary," announced Binta. "She only started a couple of days ago." Oh! Inta's replaceme...t. Shame about her! Hi! My name's Zabba! It's my real name as well! My parents had a strange sense of humour. Glad to meet you. Are you new to Blad?" Yes, I am. It's all very different for me." I bet! And new to brothels as well, I imagine?" The ones where I come from don't offer full-time secretarial work," answered Ana, falsely suggesting that. The bleaching took forever but the colorwas outstanding. The method for the style Jerry wanted to do was calledmarcelling and was very popular in the 1920's. The school actually owneda pair of the special electric tongs used for the technique. The resultwas a series of waves. His plan was to comb my hair straight back and tostart the marcelling at my hairline and to work his way back to my nape.He would then cut just a little bit off to give a blunt look. Jerry useda chemical that would. The day finally arrived, it was a warm Saturday in June and Kelly had invited me over to her house, I had nearly packed all of my girl clothes, make up and heels and stopped for a couple of nice bottles of wine. I drove up to Kelly’s house which was surprisingly only a few miles from mine, I was excited and a little nervous from her pictures she was so gorgeous and I could not believe my luck.I arrived at a nice, modern looking house sheltered at the end of a cul de sac, it was sort of hidden. “No ... I ... I haven’t said your name...” he stuttered.“Well, somebody has. And you’re suspect numero uno,” she said. She just stood, her arms on her hips, and glared at him.“Cheshire ... I’m sorry ... I just love you so much ... it’s hard not to talk about you...”“Larry,” she said. “You are on probation for a month. None of my sweet candy for a month. Understand? And keep your mouth shut. Not a word, understand?”He looked so much like a whipped puppy she almost felt sorry for him. But, he had.