"I'm not sure I get what your concept is..."He spotted John as a blonde and stopped dead. "Oh, Wow..." he mumbled."Isn't she pretty this way? Maybe yo...u should consider changing toblonde hair, Bebe."Just as John started to say, "No, the studio wouldn't allow it," heheard Blaine say, "No, she's much pretty with dark hair."John smiled broadly. What a sweet thing to have said."You think so?" Joanne asked."Yes," Blaine answered, "but I see what your concept is, now. Goodchoice. I'll go finish. I was up here before the avalanche crews, and I knew some of the areas I wanted to ski would have dangerous overhangs. But I was also an amateur photographer, and I wanted pictures of those overhangs before the guns of the avalanche crews brought them down. I'm not completely stupid, however. I'd left a note for my parents telling them where I was going to be, and what time I planned to return. Getting stuck up in these mountains in the summer wasn't fun, in winter it was nasty. And I had my. She on the other hand was able to take all I had to give and still be ready for more.Thank goodness that there is a part of the male anatomy that reaches a certain point, where it just fails to respond. I had never reached that point before, but I did last night, or should I say early this morning.We drove over the causeway looking for a diner to get some breakfast. We both were in serious need of coffee and some sustenance to regain some strength. We found a small place and stopped in and sat. It left Beth very angry and always led to a mild confrontation with her dad."We were just talking," Beth would explain."Right. That why his hands were on your knees and heading toward your hemline. When you're on your own I won't care if you bang every guy you meet. Until that time comes you keep your legs together," he would say.Beth couldn't help it as she loved the boys. She loved touching them and being touched. She loved talking dirty and being talked dirty to. It seemed to her that she.