This session was basically a social girl-talk gab fest, just toget to know me. Later on in the WRL hospitality suite, things would get alittle more p...inted. After a little over an hour, the informal meetingcame to a close, and I excused myself and went to see some of the rest ofthe convention-translation, stop at some of those lovely company booths.While I did have a two band vhf handheld (144 and 440 mhz), I saw a littlebeauty for about $600 that covered four vhf-uhf bands. 144, 222, 440. But first let's explore what a Beauty Salon really is. (Please don't droolon the computer screen)A Beauty Salon is a place, a business, maybe even a state of mind, whichexists for the sole purpose of enhancing the femininity of the women itservices. As their femininity is strengthened, they become prettier, morealluring, sexier, and even stronger as women. "I am woman, hear me roar."A woman loves to go to the salon. She is in her element within those pinkwalls, surrounded by smells and sounds. " You know him do you?" Don Hugo stated more as an acknowledgement of fact and not a question. "I am certain that you do, although I am also certain that you know very little about him except that he is the uncle of that whelp who pirated my ship. Beyond that you know nothing." I know as God is my witness that Dom Roberto is a kind man and not a murderer like you!" Isabella blurted out at her uncle, forgetting herself in the fit of anger and despairs that she was experiencing at that. “Tell me which naughty girls you’d like to see disciplined and I’m sure something could be arranged...”John grinned at her and the rest of the girls, who were looking flushed with arousal. “I’ll definitely let you know.” Coughing to clear his throat, he continued, “We seem to have got a little sidetracked, but we better get back on topic. Did anyone have any new suggestions on ways to find the Nymphs?”Faye eagerly raised her hand, her cupid-bow lips quivering in anticipation.“You don’t have to.