Fortunately, they all have alternative lives as ordinary membersof the groups we call tables. I hope the women in these can shelter thewarriors effect...vely. So, go now and do what you have to." I embracedthem both. "Wipe these tears!" I scolded. "You must not show weakness!Remember our Amazon forebears!"When they had gone I called my six young personal attendants and gavethem the same message. The girls were devastated, but they too hadalternative lives they could easily slip into. All of these. "Eliana nodded as she bit into a piping-hot piece of lobster wrapped in a light buttery pastry. "Oh, this is fabulous! You're a much better cook than I am Basel!" After a few more bites she asked, "Who's Varda?" A really nice CL3. We were going to do our isolation testing here together, starting last September." Oh... May I ask? What happened?"Basel sighed. "She's engaged to join another marriage, becoming wife number four. At the last moment, her husband-to-be complained and she switched. By the time I got to Midway, I was practically seething. Barb and Joe were manning the booth; I guess I was a little early for Mark's shift."Hey George, how's it going?" Pretty crappy, Joe, thanks for asking." Hey, sorry I said anything. Have you seen Mark tonight? He's supposed to start in five minutes." Yeah, but he's not coming. I'm covering his shift for him." Oh, okay. Mind if I take off a bit early then?" Go for it." Thanks."Thursday night on the Midway was always pretty busy. Seemed like. And vagina woman had also completed her shaving ofmy area. They both placed the razors and foam back on the cart and theybegan to do something else. I saw wooden sticks with what looked likedripping honey. And my skin was treated to a waxing. Pit lady went therewhile vagina lady went down there. They smeared hot wax on me and I washit with those white strips and they began to rip out the what was leftof my pubic hair. I wanted to scream but I was afraid they would gag meor something. The waxing.