It wasn't perfect, but Joyce believed it would be adequate.At the time, we didn't even know that Joyce was working on having all this capability up in... Lawrence. If we had known, we wouldn't have been so worried. We believed we were all going to have to depend on Ellen. All of us were nervous, anxious to see if Joyce and Ellen could bridge their differences, finding some way to work well together.Monday, Brenda and Emily drove into work together, in Brenda's car. Emily spent most of her time. I've have to wear something to remind him who he's with and who he spent the night in bed with.Speaking of last night that was a good night wasn't it? He certainly had me going with those magic fingers of his. I hope he enjoyed it too — oh shit, I didn't take care of him after he gave me that nice one. I acted just like a man and fell asleep on him. He must have had blue balls for sure. Girl, that's not how you keep a man happy and loyal. I don't have time to take care of him before we leave,. A lot of timewith Fifi, and the Call Girls were finding he a bit of a burden as well,so I had so I had to find some Long Term solution for her."That's when I got the idea of Boarding her out!"Through a friend of a friend, I met these two very attractive lesbians-- real man-haters!-- who live in the Country and supplement theirincome by boarding Animals. It seemed the perfect place for Fifi!"Of course, I let them in on the secret, but we didn't let Fifi knowthey knew! The look of disbelief on. Looking fine in white cloth toga.-I still remember how she moved, svelte form liquefying into whatever style that suited whatever alchemic mixture of emotion boiling inside her, which was always a struggle to pin down.When her mind thrummed with too much chaos, we’d walk along the piers and end up here. And she’d flow from contemporary to jazz to ballet to styles I can’t even put a name to. Harley Quinn of dance. Crazy. Bump and grind. Wiggle and twist. Shake and spin. Leap. Vault. She was.