.." Your face is red. You realize just how exposed you are: bright lights on the sides, a blue sheet behind you, you cannot hide, there are no shadows... "Sit down on the desk, Robin...now spread your legs." You look unsure, "I thought these were 'artistic,'" you protest..."They are, Robin. Now spread your legs for me." You hike your skirt up around your waist, your legs slightly open, one garter snap comes undone... "wider...oh, yes, oh yes, he he he he" I leer at you. You look disgusted.I step. "What did I say, Wendy?"The tears turned into laughter. "I will tell you about Monet, Claudette,but first I love the idea of a new set. Please?" Let's get comfy, Wendy. Why don't you take off your blouse and skirt andleave on your bra and half slip. I think that is always the nicest lookfor having your hair set in private. And we are in private, so anythingyou would like to do is no problem. I would probably enjoy ittremendously."I took off my blouse and skirt. The bra I was wearing was a. You could enter the courtyard from the lobby, restaurant or ballroom. The courtyard was paved with Mexican terracotta tiles and had a few benches, tables and chairs scattered around. At the back end of the courtyard was a men’s and women’s bathhouse. In one corner of the yard, a wooden fence screened off the steam driven pump that pumped water up to a series of one hundred gallon water tanks in the hotel attic and atop the bathhouse. The pump was run for an hour in the morning and an hour in. I want to show off my girlfriend." Really? You want to go to a dance just so you can be seen with me?" Yep!" That makes no sense to me at all." Abby, sweetheart ... we don't have to do this, but I'd really like to take you to the dance." Well ... if you put it that way..."Of course, there was more to it than that. Not that the dance was an essential element of Mike's plans for the evening, but he did want to publicly escort his beloved to a major social event. As it happens, his mother had.