"Well Janna, it looks as if we have been thrown together, I hope I haven't disappointed you, I think you look lovely, I like your hairstyle. I either ...ike a woman with long hair or cut like yours." Myself, I couldn't care less how their hair is, but I had to praise something about her, so she felt relaxed and that I had at least paid attention to her. Women like to be complimented on their dress or looks. Janna was no different, now the sides of her mouth turned up and she smiled."Thank you. " Ryan spoke up. "Brody cooks. He's good, too. You should try his enchiladas, Mom." "Only if they're not too spicy. I've just never been one for spicy foods. Neither is Jim, are you, dear?" "That's okay, there's plenty out there to try." Brody took a bite of cheesecake. "This is terrific, Judy." "Thank you. Best I can get in a box," she said with a smile. "Anyway," Brody went on, "I had to convince her, you know, to go out with me. It took a lot of work, but she gave in." He glanced over at. Oh yes, of course. No-one was about, they never are until lock up time. She paused. We got pretty heated. She giggled. I bought a new pair this morning, wanting to show him. She giggled again. He took them off.I gulped and managed, That was risky.Oh no. I still had my dress on. It was one of those slinky, tight fitting numbers, cut only just below the neck with a zip at the back. Hed got my bra in one pocket and my pants in the other. That meant hed unzipped her to the waist. There was no other. Well, maybe we’re guilty of “ guilty pleasure “ and that’s not against the law just yet. My wife, Barbara, and I had been to a Cleveland Browns Monday night game and had stopped for a bite to eat after the game. We left the restaurant and were walking to where we had parked the car. As we walked between two buildings there was an alleyway that was probably 8 feet wide. Apparently, Barb had glanced down the alleyway. She tugged on the arm of my jacket and said, “ did you see that? “ “ See.