I reminded her that a body that looked as good as hers deserved to be shown off to others. I thanked her for all the times she's allowed me to show he... off, or get her naked where someone would be able to see her. Jill smiled dreamily and said, "You're welcome honey, I enjoy it because you liked it." I encouraged her to be more daring in the future, and she said she would do her best to be "a little show off" for me. Almost as soon as she agreed to more exhibitionism I asked her how she would. I smiled proudly to myself as we walked, proud that this man, old enough to be my Daddy but still a good looking hunk, wanted my body. I'm five foot one, 34C, 105 pounds; I've got Mommy's good looks and Daddy's adventurous spirit, and I was about to begin my life. My experience was limited to carrots and my fingers, and I shivered with excitement at the touch of his fingers on my back. When we got to the office, we stopped and he reached to turn on the goose-necked desk lamp, pointing it toward. Each track was close to eight minutes in length, although my lyrics would only last for four. A CD would allow for the extra length.Steve came in the next day when I had to record the lyrics. He actually conducted me, bringing me in when he wanted me to sing and giving me the timing, although I had sung these songs so frequently in rehearsal that I was pretty well spot on, but having him there was an encouragement. It would be good to say that I got it down right first time, I didn't. A couple. ..well...actually, it felt kind of nice. Very nice, in fact. It felt right. "Bobbi boy" just didn't. Anyway, how else would you abbreviate Roberta?He finished his wine and went to bed, making sure the window was open to let out the paint fumes.Sunday was strange. He woke up feeling very odd. For some reason the clothes in his wardrobe didn't seem quite right. He had painted his flat pink, and he wasn't sure whether he liked pink. He had dumped half his furniture on the pavement, and he couldn't.