Another friend of a friend seemed to be very chatty with me, Damion, he was married.As the evening wore on I said “I’m going outside for a cig” ...nd Damion said “I’ll join you”, as we made our way outside and round the back of the club there were a lot of people doing the same as us, it had started to rain so everyone was huddled in the fire exits. “Fucks sake follow me” I said, walking round the building opposite there was another deeper fire exit area that was free.We stood in the shelter and. Tommy and I just filled in when neither of them, nor Gerome wanted to make the run. It was a very informal operation.Tommy and I spent our time vetting the customers, and being the face of the company when a face was necessary. Like what happened shortly after the first of the new year.The head nurse at the cancer clinic was Marge Purple, yes like the color. I figured that once upon a time, she had decided to change her name from something even worse.Marge was on the sunny side of fifty, but. Just had to come in and touch …………….. Oh God’ Barbara was torn. Her rational mind was shocked. This wasn’t how she’d been brought up after all. But her emotional side was taking note of the increasingly strong signals from her body. It was telling her in no uncertain terms that it wanted Heathers delightful fingers back! She looked up into Heathers tormented eyes, her gaze drifting longingly down to those full, soft lips. They looked so incredibly kissable! So she did. She lifted her face up,. There were about a dozen of us there that afternoon, and I think about three of them admitted to shaving their pubic hair, and that did not include Florence. I knew by this time Florence shaved to please Margaret, and was happy to do so. Irene as it turned out was a nurse and apparently shaved lots of patients prior to an operation for cleanliness reasons, and gave examples of why it was necessary. Needless to say there were lots of comments and off color remarks made, but it was all in good.