I have drinks with a couple of them that do, like Cho, the god ofrock and roll, or Barry, the office joker and god of hailstones(precipitation divisi...on), who's surprisingly imaginitive andunpredictable a lot of the time.However, for most of us lower-downs, what's required is order andconsistency. It's repetitive work, but someone's got to make sure thatall of those water molecules evaporate at the right rate, and someoneelse has got to put in a lot of concentration to make sure that afterthat. I took a peek under the towel and that ass was PERFECT! "Are you ok?" I asked"Yep" she said. "I'm going to start on your back" as I poured some warm oil in my palms. I was shaking a bit as my hands gripped the small of her back and slowly slid up towards her shoulders. Bliss...pure young, chocolate-skinned bliss! "MMMM...that feels nice" she moaned lightlyI spent some time rubbing her back and shoulders, grazing the side-boob, pushing the towel to the side a bit to test her and see if she would. " You'll be fine! Just be yourself and follow your PowerPoint." I've nearly finished. I'll feel better in my own mind if I go over it now."I went to the coffee making apparatus and made us a drink, then went back to bed to read my trashy novel. I must have dozed off because she woke me, calling my name. She was dressed and ready for the day. It was seven. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom, feeling her eyes on my battered body. I felt my friend below beginning to stir."Down boy," I. Is it scary we wearthe same sizes, or kismet?She attacked my wig with a styling brush and comb, moving errant locksthis way and that, restoring the fabulous 'do to respectability."There!" Dianna pronounced triumphantly, "maybe not as good as Angelowould do, but it will do for today." Angelo?" I questioned."He does all our wigs, Sweetheart," she informed me. "He's been aroundfor ages. He used to be the stylist at Broadway Wigs. Now he has hisown shop. We wouldn't think of using anyone else. When.