This time it was a pretty little girl with her ravishing mother. The little girl was dressed in a princess costume and the mother was wearing a witch ...ostume. She definitely did not look like a witch. I gave the little beauty a candy bar and looked at the mother. I was dressed in a flowing black cape and black leotards. I had black shiny leather shoes on. Very hypnotist looking."What is your name, Madam Witch?" I affected a Russian accent. She looked like a fawn caught in the headlights of a. One night I got up the nerve to send her a message. I said I hoped it was okay that I sent her the message, but I still had fond memories of her and was hoping she was doing well. "If you are uncomfortable with me sending this, I'll not bother you again." was how I ended the message. She didn't get back to me for a couple days, making me think she didn't want any contact.As I logged on that third day later, the message icon was on..."1". My heart jumped as I saw her name in the sender. What are you building?’ Joey said, suddenly warming to Derrick. He had hit all of Joey’s buttons. Called him smart, said he was needed, offered a car to work on. I could see that Joey was hooked. Two very attractive young girls, neither of whom could have been more than eighteen years old, walked up to us, and Derrick introduced them as Carla and Amber. Carla was a striking redhead in the shortest miniskirt you could imagine, and Amber was a perky blonde in shorts and a camisole that left her. "I've picked out some new things but they haven't delivered them yet." She informed me. I couldn't wait to see what she had bought. We didn't stay there long. Virginia followed us back to Connie's and we ate dinner there. It was a nice change, having her there at my place. Carolyn Rogers and a Peter Boyle arrived at the office bright and early to oversee the shoot. I was at my peak and everything went perfectly. They were very impressed with the proofs I took to Curlins to show them on.