The cocktail waitress brings your wine over to you. You hear her stumble and gasp as she draws near, and turn to look. Your eyes catch hers ands time ...eems to stop.She is a tall, slim, beautiful green-eyed blonde, her hair twisted into a becoming style. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wide, and even in mid-stumble she seems uncommonly graceful."My God," she whispers. "You're beautiful..."You look down at the amulet. One of the rubies seems to glow before your eyes. When you look back up at the. ."My little brother locked himself in his bedroom when I was babysitting him once. I had to call the fire department to get him out. A fireman showed me. So are you convinced yet?"Either Marty didn't understand the question of he was playing dumb because he asked, "Convinced of what?" That it is possible for a woman can overpower a man!" I replied triumphantly.As Marty struggled with his bonds, he asked, "Couldn't you have made your point some other way?" You're the one who said prove it to. I didn't mind because she looked fucking drop dead gorgeous in them. I slipped into bed, picked up the latest copy of Guns & Ammo and started flipping through it.We heard a noise coming from the garage area outside our window and I went to check it out. Turns out it was a stray dog knocking over a trash can. After I ran the dog off and cleaned up the mess that was left I went back in, hitting the bathroom to wash my hands. I headed back to the bedroom passing by my seventeen year old daughter's. She held out a neatly folded pile of clothing.“Put these in your holdall Sam. I’ll need them later.”I stared at her. She had shed her yashmak. Jeanie looked almost like my ideal woman, or perhaps better than my imagination could have produced. She had a wonderful face that was expressive and smiling. Only her eyes gave a hint of vast experience of the world. They looked as if she had seen everything. She waved the pile of clothes.“Sam?”“Sorry, Jeanie...”I took the clothes and put them carefully.