" Show them, Jennifer." Ann instructed. I would then slip off my pumps,revealing a deep red nail polish. "Who did your nails?" Annie oftenasked me...."I did them myself," I was forced to admit. This fact usually excitedthe ladies in the audience. Inevitably, one woman would remark that Ihad done a wonderful job, better than she could have done. "And how longhave you been doing your own nails?" Annie would sometimes ask. I knewbetter than to lie, and the answer always pleased the ladies. I. None at all. And if there was noreason, why was she dwelling on it? Dumb!She thought about Sissy. He had been so good last night - again. Shethought again about the way he had told her last night that her body wasbeautiful - while blindfolded. Just thinking about it sent warm fuzzywaves through her. She smiled. He could be so nice.He had brought her to orgasm after orgasm again last night. But was ither imagination, or did he seem to be colder about it this time... justgoing through the. I hurried over tothe ticket booth but was interrupted by a young woman in a blue dress,umbrella, and flowered hat."Sir... Please sir." Her voice had a sense of urgency to it."How may I help you, ma'am?" Are you going to Modesta?" I am." I don't mean to be forward, but you look like a kind man. I'm indanger." What kind of danger? Should I notify the sheriff?" No! Please no! The sheriff is the reason I'm in danger. My father has agold mine and the last time we were in Modesta the sheriff saw. After 20 minutes of intense making out, and the smell of her sweet perfume all over me, she took my hand and led me inside. She got me to undress first, and she followed suit. I was asked to look away as she undressed. I was curious; she said she was shy. Suddenly, there she is, hiding her breasts with one hand, and her loveliness with the other. What a babe. I knew then that I would love this woman.I held her right hand ever so slightly, tugging it away from her breasts. They were free, and I.