Dodds had him toddle around the room. "Well, aren't you a beautiful creature!" he exclaimed. "Let's get downstairs so you can fix breakfast." "Flora..." had a tough time of it, as the boots were almost impossible to walk in, and he had to constantly make tiny steps back and forth to keep his balance. He was soon sweating from the effort of moving his legs without the use of his knees, swinging his hips to lift the heels clear of the carpeting. They made it to the dining area without mishap,. A glass storm door remained between us. I tried it. It was locked. Angela was speaking to me. I couldn't hear. She was wearing a see through negligee, off white, almost beige. The body I had enjoyed and studied with glee so many times was visible, taunting me. Her eyes were puffy and unfocused. The firm gaze she always had was gone. I wanted to hold her in my arms, envelope her like I never had before. For once I wanted to be stronger than her, carry her away to a good safe place. I stared at. KC: To be fair, we weren’t. But as I said at the time, if the right storyline came up and it fitted, we might Interviewer: And it did? KC: Strangely, considering he was the one who was certain we wouldn’t make another one, it was an idea from Dave that started the ball rolling. Interviewer: Again? He keeps surprising us with his talents. KC: (Laughing) He does. That’s why I always have it written into my contracts that he’s on set with me. Dave has a way of spotting things that can make a film. Yet, with her always wearing a too tight and one size too small uniform top, he never stared at her breasts and/or leered at the cleavage that she showed for the sake of getting bigger tips. He never made sexually suggestive or inappropriate comments as do most of her older, male customers. If she called any of them on their bluff, they’d probably have to take a blue or a yellow pill before they could give her what she needs. Sadly, the only men she meets at the diner are men at the bottom of.