Debbie's note. She said that I would be begging toshave my legs before this was done. I had scoffed at it at the time. Ihad thought she meant that I ...ould get tired of the hot sticky hairhiding tights. I could not have imagined that this is what she had inmind. "Oh don't be such a baby. I go through this every few weeks. My hairnow is so fine that I hardly feel it at all anymore. You will get thatway too, eventually. Karin said that you might complain, but that Ishould assure you that. At one point he was almost yelling in an argument. we waited in the living room for him to come out and let us know what the plan was. i crossed my fingers hoping that he could get us in. finally he came out of the room and my heart sank as he looked cross. Well heres the situation. they wont let you in because you are a free woman. only slave women or women pimps may enter. my heart sank. well what if i pretended to be a slave i donno, this place is kind of uptight. the security is high since. We were going up a hill; I put my foot on the clutch and dropped a gear into second. I felt like the car was enjoying the run, and I was too. It didn't take more than a few seconds before I was back in third gear and sailing up the hill. "I could give you four hundred in cash." "Shit," he said. "Four hundred? But I really need the thousand. I'd be six hundred short. And it's worth much more than a thousand." I let the silence descend again and barreled on up the hill, enjoying the feeling of. Sharon puts her arm around the man who is quickly starting to become oneof her best female friends, and presses herself against 'her'.Turner frowns when he feels her boobs compress against his own."Thank you so much, Bonnie," Sharon says into the thin, pink fabric ofTurner's blouse, just next to the guy's bra-strap. "I knew I could counton you." Any time," Turner says through gritted teeth.Sharon pulls away and wipes away her tears. "You can get one with me,"she tells the man she believes to be.