No pertinent information withheld. I'd heard her voice on the phone. One's mind forms pictures. My pictures were all wrong, to say the least.Let me pu...t it this way: If my imagination had started with the woman herself, and then been tasked with placing her in a more appropriate environment ... well, I'd STILL be hard pressed to explain, but I think I could justify it. If "Auntie" had been a Barbie Doll (imagine a little "R" with a circle around it there), dressed only in undergarments and. "How would you like her, son," Sandy's Principal asked John Berman."I... I dunno," the young man answered."Very well then, I'll decide. I think we will begin with a rear entry. Miss Winters get on your hands and knees and face the audience."Sandy knowing she would be severely reprimanded should she even think of objecting did as she was told."Go ahead, son. She's all yours. Let's see what you can do for her. Miss Winters, I want you to look back over your shoulder while your lover enters. With locks, that went to her waist. With perfect 34C breasts, I wanted to cup in my hands. But knew deep down, I never would. By the time, I took the beautiful girl in. I carried on and read the rest of my paper.By now I looked up from the paper and noticed a group of girls. From where I was sat, I could tell they must been at least a year younger than myself. Because at this time I was currently eighteen. I assumed, they were on the animal care courses.They were next to the pool tables, where. He saw past your plain face to the wonderful woman inside, and made you his bride. Reg is much the same. He sees us for what we are, as real people with thoughts and emotions and dreams; not as objects to be shown off. Pretty looks, pretty hair, pretty clothes, none are of importance to him. Pretty good brains, pretty nice characters, mean much more to him. There are not many men around with that maturity of vision.”“How true, my girl. All right, dear. When you feel the time is right, you can.