I looked around desperately for Yvette. Where the hell is she, anyway?"Yes, I'd love to, but don't you have some dressing rooms here, Carla?" I asked ... little too meekly. Man, that sounded lame, I thought, but now I'm committed.Without a moments hesitation I found myself being led by the hand to the back of the store with a "Right this way, 'sir'."Carla was definitely all business when it came to corsets. It was obvious that she really knows what she's doing as she flapped the thing apart to. I went into my room and got out an outfit that I haven't worn in ages which made me have a flashback moment where my son was 3 and I had gone out for the night with my friends and got a babysitter that my friends requested and she came this 17 year old girl named Lisa and I left her with my son to go out for the night and I got drunk and my friend’s gave me a bag and said “let’s go back to mine” and we go in one of my friend’s car who doesn't drink and we want to her home and we got her home. Like you...Stranger: do you have any rope?Stranger: stopStranger: stop strokingYou: no, no rope aroundStranger: get rope and toothpasteStranger: like a good boyYou: In my room I haven't...Stranger: shoe laces?[I show a small elastic on cam]Stranger: okay lets tryStranger: put the elastic around your ball sacStranger: tigtht M***oStranger: 3-4 loopsStranger: good boyStranger: remove the shirtStranger: you deserve a treatStranger: strokeStranger: ha ha haYou: funny?Stranger: love to watch the. Sorry to reminisce about this kind of thing, but my memories are jarred by looking out the window at Wally’s “bird-bath” crew. Four sorority girls, power-washing and waxing two old Cessna 185s, belonging to Cindy. Don’t ask.Yeah, Cindy. She got ‘em for next-to-junk prices, and Wally has ‘em over here refurbishing them. They’re actually looking very nice -- she could probably sell ‘em for three times what she paid for ‘em, but she’s going to put ‘em to work, and probably going to make even MORE.