I want to put them into mine.I cleared her doubt. She took out her phone and started to use. I got irritated by this as I was sitting there waiting fo...r her. I told her to keep her phone away but she just came closer to me and asked me to give a pose for a selfie. She leaned against my shoulder and posed for her selfie.I just stood in the frame without really looking to pose. She got irritated and asked me to pose properly. Our bodies were rubbing against each other now but it looked like she. "My mom wouldn't..." Forget your mom," the older woman said, sliding ever so slightly closer to me. She reached out and stroked my arm with the back of her fingers, causing meadows of gooseflesh to bloom wherever she touched me. "What do you want?"I melted back into the sofa, feeling my heart hammering in my chest. My cheeks were burning, my body felt as thought it was buzzing. There was a constant, demanding ache in the pit of my stomach."I don't know," I breathed truthfully, reflecting the. She smiled back at me and then turned that amazing look toward the photographers. Flashes snapped off as they caught her in an amazing light. I couldn't find anything else to say. The rest of my speech wasn't important. However, I could move things along."Now that we have the general introductions out of the way, and everyone here is anxious to know more about what goes on behind our doors and curtains, I open the floor up to you for questions."I glanced at the store manager. Tara had expected. ..I quit my job at the office after a couple of years. My practice was growing and too large for weekends only. Several or the women from the office along with many of their friends and relatives began most of my full time operation. From the office girls, Ellen, Michelle, Elizabeth, and Yolanda in sales; Marta, Tina, Jennifer, and Alice in order processing, accounting, and switchboard, I owe my appreciation and gratitude for them in helping me survive in the early days; and even now some.