Cathy told me they hadn't put anything in my drink that would knock me out. I guess I just fell asleep just long enough for them to do what they wante...d. Cathy told me that she and Sally were going to have some fun and wanted to see how a man could handle watching them. Her husband didn't even know she was a lesbian so it was impossible to get him to watch. In addition, as far as putting the tights on me that was just one of their little fetishes, Sally explained. It really didn't matter to me. “It was, it was so much more then that. I know that we were were young, well teenagers, but I knew then that I loved you.” I could not believe what it was that I was hearing. He knew back when I still lived here that he was in love with me. There is no way that there was that kind love between us, was there? It was then that I really thought about it. Why was it that I had never had a boyfriend? Why had I pictured him when trying to answer this for myself? Did I know then too as well that I. We passed all the dog's and cat's cages. We went to back of the buliding to her office. We introduce each other. I handed her my resume she looked through it for a couple of seconds then put it down. So Lisa, said Ms. Narian. You have a good resume. Your hired. All you have to down is answer phones, make appointments, lock the doors after you leave the buliding, and fuck me when I tell you to. What, I yelled out! I have to fuck you. Yes you have to fuck me said Ms. Narian. As matter a fact. “She’s an optometrist, I think. Some kind of eye specialist. But when I wrote this song, she was just a little girl. And I still think of her as one whenever we perform it. Here it is: Kirsten!” Indeed, it is memories of her dearest and only fruit of her womb that fill her thoughts as she plays her own pianistic tribute to the restraint and beauty of Bill Evans who was such a great influence to Lynn in those early days in Peckham and, later, North London. Those were hard days and Lynn knows.