”Suzie-Q giggled. “I don’t want a whirlwind romance like that. I want it to be slow and romantic. There’s plenty of time to let things develop....”Karen said, “That wasn’t even my thought. I had no thought about any guy or ever getting married. I think Brad had banished those thoughts from his mind until after he graduated. We just never had a chance. Everything about us was so completely right and we fit together so well that we could no more stop our feelings than we could a hurricane.“We are. Now, take Mrs. Cole's coat, help her into a cape and bring herover to my station".I walked back to reception and curtseyed deeply to Mrs. Cole, rememberingto lift both my skirt and petticoats above my waist. "May I take your coat Madame" I offered.I took the customer's coat and then helped her into one of the salon'sshiny latex capes, before leading her over to Aunty Jane's styling chair.As she started to work on her client's hair I suddenly felt a hand on mythigh. I glanced down and saw that. ”“I’m Officer Griffin,” the uniformed man said to Rontay.“Hi, officer,” the bare-chested paramour stammered.“It’s right in this drawer, officer,” LeMaun informed.LeMaun produced his driver license and badge.“Very good, Mr. Hassell! Can I see your I.D.,” he looked at the guy with small, tubular man boobs.“It’s in my jeans over there,” he pointed.“I’ll grab ‘em,” LeMaun offered.LeMaun pitched them to Rontay who handed his identification to the policeman. The cop inspected it and asked, “What are. In fact that was pretty fucking crazy. But it didn’t make any more sense to put that evening’s festivities off to a whimsical urge. I had been completely out of control. Something in the drink maybe. As time passed, I discarded the button-operated love slave theory for something like rohypnol. Something the guy slipped me. But it left a nagging feeling. Eventually, I put the clicker away and got on with my life. ======================================== Odd event of the week number two: I got.