You have been commanded, and because deep down you know you are asissy, you comply. You are going to be humiliated. You are going toexperience women l...aughing at you. You are going to see and feel mensneering at you. You know what happens inside that Beauty Salon. You aregoing to be sprayed, teased, rolled, baked, painted, coiffed, dressed,pinned and permed into something you have not been, as least outwardly,before. Something you, most assuredly, had not wanted to happen to you.Something you. .. he said to me that I should write a book. Now at first this caused me to laugh. But as we talked a bit more I became intrigued with the idea of commiting some of my adventures to writing. So after some thought, I decided it might be worth a lark. So here we go. I'll give it a shot and if I get good feedback, I'll continue. If not, nothing lost anyway. These stories will not be in any chronological order but rather just what I happen to recall or feel like sharing on any given day. I hope. Finally he swallowed with difficulty and admitted, "No. Mom's was the first one I ever saw." Do you like them better with hair or without?" I think they look sexy both ways."I thought that was a very diplomatic response.He paused, staring at the little patch of hair surrounding her tight little cleft for a moment and added with a touch of awe in his voice, "It kinda takes my breath away."Craig was as stunned as I was. Maybe we shouldn't have been, considering the sexy way that Piper likes to. Neither of us went to college but instead worked hard and started a family.Our twenties and thirties were full of the typical kid commitments and long work hours, but the sex never stopped. We sent our two girls to college, and when they were done, they both married and moved out. The empty house only increased our sexual appetite, but we were also hitting the wall. We were regulars at the local sex shop and had built an impressive inventory of toys and aides. But we were running out of new.