Gutterman told me, sharply. Prompting me to get back to work. I turned towards Sandy’s mother then realize what had been said. I paused for a second... and then, with a smile and a gesture, direct Sandy toward one of the shampoo sinks. What follows was the most sensual experience of my young life. From the moment, she undid her hair and I lowered those silky locks into the sink, to the very last seconds of the rinse, I was in heaven. A heaven I didn’t know existed. At one point she gave a low moan. .. I've got C-cup breasts, not hives." "Yeah... fair enough. But there has to be a reason for this..." Alan sunk his head in his hands. "I'm too exhausted to think rightnow... I need a bath and a nap." "That's probably a good idea", said Janine, "I'm calling in sick towork. When you wake up we can talk." "Okay", said Alan, and stifled a laugh, "well, look at it this way, Idon't think your boyfriend Kevin would have too much of a problem with meliving here if he saw me now...". Brushing aside her dark brown locks from her ears, Sandra crossed her long legs and sat back. "Wow ... Sandra?" Brad replied, attempting to downplay his surprise "How have you been? I see by your file that you aren't Miss Jones anymore." Oh yeah," Sandra said "I married Frank, remember him? We just moved back to town, he is a personal trainer now. Did you ever get married?" No, I haven't..." his reply trailed off, "but really, I've got to get this orientation paperwork signed so let's get this. I walk on the grass towards the pit. The moonlight bathes the backyard in its blue light. The oiled spit gleams on its iron supports over the charcoal filled pit. Dad set it up yesterday, the kindling, covered by the charcoal, and the four long wicks of rolled cotton that sink to the bottom of the pit, to light it. In between the regular charcoal he mixed self lighting one, to make sure it will light up easily. I helped him set it up, another family tradition I could have done without. A can of.