“Right lady! Stand still a minute whilst I wrap this around you!” Sasha chided gently, laughing at her friend’s pink complexion adding “You mu...st be as merry as me, look at you prancing around!” Aimee complied, standing still to allow Sasha to dress her petite frame. “You are going to look divine in this babe.” Sasha commented. “You think so?” Aimee responded, causing Sasha to look at their reflections in the mirror. “I know so Aimee.” It was at this moment that her eyes betrayed her as they. Friday night, I sat in my room leafing througha well worn Penthouse. I heard a knock at the door and my sister stuckher head in. I closed the rag and put it on my night stand. “Hey Brit,ya busy?” she asked in her squeeky voice. “Not particularly” I said.I was so used to the chicks in the Penthouse that I was barely arrousedby them anymore. Jackie ran in and jumped on the bed, wearing a long T-shirt severalsizes to big that came down to mid-thigh. . I found out later that this change in attitude came at just the right time to save my job. The producers were thinking of easing me out because I was getting "difficult" and not showing what they wanted. But suddenly I was bright, energetic, interacting with everyone in ways that improved the shot (we sometimes made up dialogue as we went along), and so on. The day I cracked a horrible pun that made the cameraman and the director laugh so hard we had to re-do the shot seemed to seal the deal.. Thank you Fred for making the shot easier.I jabbed my finger on the appropriate button.The air jet fired. Fred flew back about 15 feet.I smiled beneath the helmet.Then Tiffany pushed Kevin away. Then I saw her kick him a little further away.Perfect. A quick check of the numbers and angles showed he had been pushed just far enough away.I pushed my button again. The shot must have got him just right, because he flew back about twenty feet.Next I hit the exterior communications grid. Or speakers.