But remember your sample size is comprised of girls and airbrushed fakes.”“No, I have seen mature women naked on the beaches in Europe. You are fa...ulous.”“Oh shit! This is going to get worse, isn’t it?”“No, Gloria, it won’t. First thank you for the gift. I hope that I am worthy of it for as long as we work together. Second, I understand why you felt the need to do this. Please don’t do it anymore. Third, I would like to ask a favor. Please.“A favor?”“Yes, Gloria, a favor.”“What might it. “That’s only because the two of you terrify me,” Sanders said.Ling burst out laughing. Claire looked at him, amused. Sally and Steve were in full agreement with Sanders. There was something lethal that lurked below the surface in each of the two women. Betsy frowned.“Sally, I understand that you took Betsy to her first live performance,” Claire said shifting the conversation away from Sanders.“Yes, Ma’am. That was a wonderful evening,” Sally said.Claire said, “She told me all about it. I enjoy. . ROBERT ... is that better?" She slid it before him, leaned in closer, and reminded him, "And my name is Sally, if you're going to be an ass."He didn't respond, knowing he'd been rude. He looked the worn notebook over closer and said, "Okay, SALLY ... why are you giving me a used composition notebook?"He opened it and found it filled with her writing ... and FILLED was the correct word. She, like he, was the type of person who rarely wrote on the back side of a sheet of paper, and yet every. After futilely flipping through practically all of my clothes, I gave up on the idea of hiding and put on an aquamarine stretch-knit top that gave pretty modest coverage in front — if you didn't count the fact that it hugged all my curves very nicely - but in back was just one strand of yarn that laced back and forth to hold the front in place, then tied in a bow two-thirds the way down my back. Since the single thin strand didn't cover anything, it was effectively backless. The top wasn't.