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Chapter 14 Sunshine was streaming through her window when Brenda woke, it was nine- thirty in the morning. My God, I over slept, she thought and then remembered that it was Saturday morning. The night before she had gone on the most wonderful date with Mario and she was to have dinner with him again tonight. Brenda rose from her bed and went to shower. She let the water warm and entered the shower. Her breasts were exceptionally sensitive this morning and lifted her hand to examine them. They were puffy, they were growing and Brenda was happy. Brenda felt her legs and could feel the dreaded stubble and shaved them and her underarms, she felt soft again. Brenda dried herself and looked in the mirror, her hair was a mess. I'll have to ask Annie to help me with my hair she thought, I can't let Mario see me like this. Brenda dressed in some casual clothing and went down to Annie's apartment, to ask her for help. Brenda knocked and Annie answered the door, "Hi Brenda, what's up?" she asked. "I have a hot date tonight and I need help with my hair." "I thought you had a hot date last night?" "Same guy only this is for dinner." "Oh, it sounds as though your guy really likes you. Come on in and let me see what I have to work with." Brenda entered Annie's apartment and went into the kitchen. Brenda liked being in Annie's kitchen because it reminded her of home. There was a lived in smell that only warm kitchens have, a combination of bread and soup. Brenda loved the little reminders of the love that once lived here in her children, the poster paper that had yellowed with age with the flower drawn on it and the words, "I love you mom." The little spoon holder so difficult to make when your are eight years old laying proudly on the tile counter top and the name Shamus inscribed in the fired clay, another picture thumb-tacked to the side of the cupboards with a picture of a house with a family standing in front all drawn with crayon colors and the message, My Family, and signed by James. Brenda felt as though she was becoming part of a family rather than just being her neighbor's friend. Brenda had seated herself at the kitchen table. Annie went to pour Brenda a cup of coffee and placed it in front of her. Annie ran her finger though Brenda's hair and fluffed it a bit before she said, "Brenda, look at my hair, it looks as though I put my finger in a light socket and let it remain as is. I'm not very good when it comes to hair because mine has always been a problem, I could never do anything with it. I would go to the hairdresser and it would look good for two days and then it would be all frizzy again. I decided to live with it and let it do what ever it was that it did." "I really need to have something done with mine, it doesn't look good anymore." "It looks as though it needs a trim." "Do you think?" Annie fluffed Brenda's hair again and said, "It's very uneven. I think that's what it needs alright." "I need it styled for tonight, do you know anyone that could do it?" "There's always Maud's around the corner, she takes walk-ins, and she's been there forever, all the neighborhood ladies have used her for years." "I'll see if she can help me after I finish my coffee." "Tell me about your date last night?" "It was so much fun, and Mario's a lot different than I thought he would be." "How so?" "He's always been such a flirt around work that I thought he would be the same when we went out, you know playful and flirty, but he wasn't like that at all. He was caring and very serious about his family, he even introduced me to his cousin, it was a wonderful night." "It sounds like he likes you very much." "I hope so, that's why I have to have my hair done, I don't want him watching other girls." "Jealous already?" "No, well maybe just a little." "Don't worry sweetheart, men never look at other girls until they get married and then they look around to see what they missed, men, they're all the same." The girls giggled at Annie's wisdom and Brenda finished her coffee. "I should be running along, where is Maud's? I'd like to see if she can take me." "When you go outside, turn right and walk to the corner. When you get there look right across the street and down a half of a block and you'll see the styling salon sign. It used to say beauty parlor but Maud decided to update her place fifteen years ago and changed the sign. Got to keep up with the times she said, but that was all she changed. It still looks like a barber shop with those big glass windows. I told her she needed ferns but she just laughed and said the chemicals would probably kill them." "Thanks for the coffee Annie, I'll see you later." Brenda went back to her apartment and grabbed her purse. She walked down the stairs and out the door to the salon. Brenda found the establishment exactly where Annie said it would be, in the middle of the block. The painted wood sign looked worn with age, the paint had cracked years before and the plywood under layer could be seen through the cracks. The sign read ?Styling Salon' in bold feminine letters and beneath that read ?Maud Greene, stylist'. The large front window had the words ?Beauty Parlor' written on it in gold leaf script lettering and the initials of the sign painter below that. Brenda opened the door and a bell tinkled when it reached half open to signal the arrival of a customer. The smells of chemicals burned her nose and she wondered if Maud had ever invested in an exhaust fan to help with air circulation? Brenda saw three styling stations on one wall and drying chairs on the opposite wall. A shampoo basin was in the rear against the rear wall between the corner and an opening covered with a curtain. Two women were under the driers, their hair rolled in tight curlers. A third was sitting at one of the styling stations with her bluish white hair, hanging wet after being shampooed. The curtain parted and a sixtyish looking woman wearing too much makeup entered the room. She was a large woman wearing tight clothing, which she shouldn't wear. Her hips were large wereand her corseted waist was pulled tight wishing it was ten inches smaller. Her breasts were sagging with age, and were pulled high on her chest by a bra that had to be of industrial strength to carry that much weight. Her blue Capri pants looked as though they would split if she took one more step on her four- inch high black pumps. The woven pink yarn that made her sweater promised to shred if she were to raise her arms. Her hair was bright red and teased until it stood many inches above her head and her bright red lipstick outlined nonexistent lips that did nothing but highlight her face. Her eyebrows had been plucked clean and drawn back on in a high arching thin black line which drew attention to clumped mascara and eye shadow which tried to cover the age lines on her face, the years had not been kind to Maud Greene. "Hi, may I help you?" Maud asked in a cheerful tone of voice. Maud wasn't used to seeing pretty young girls like this in her salon, she specialized in the care of older women, the ones that had been born in this neighborhood fifty, sixty, or seventy years ago and would probably die here, They didn't expect much other than to get rid of the gray and have a simple cut and style. Each customer never varied from her original hair style by much other than hair length. All the younger girls had drifted away to the upscale salons of Manhattan and their high prices. Maud's pricing was stuck in the sixties and her customer's appreciated that as most came from poor families and wouldn't be able to afford much more. "I need to have my hair cut and styled and you were recommended by my landlady." "Who's your landlady?" "Annie Patrick." "Annie, I haven't seen her for a while. Her hair is a real chore. Come over here and let me see what you have to work with." Brenda sat down and Maud ran her chipped, bright red nails through Brenda's hair. "You have lovely hair young lady, what do you want done?" "I have a date tonight and I want to look special for him." Maud remembered when she was this girl's age and she was pretty. The future was bright and full of hope and looking pretty for a young man was the most important thought in a girl's head at that age. Maud remembered her innocence when she was Brenda's age, before she married her first husband, the no good wife beater. She divorced him after twelve years of hell and met her second husband, a real dear of a man. They had two children, one boy and one girl, before he died of cancer at an early age. Maud's life had been hard on her and it showed beneath the garish clothing and makeup. As hard as Maud's life had been she never changed inside, she had a heart of gold and would never do anything to hurt another person. "Honey, I'll be honest with you, I haven't worked on a young girl like you in years and I would be afraid that I might ruin your hair. If you were old and gray I could help you but I don't want to spoil your evening." "I remember my first date with my second husband and wanted to be perfect too. We married and had two children, a boy and a girl and I'm sure it was because of how I looked on our first date. My daughter just graduated from beauty school and just got her license and I've watched her work, she's a real artist. She was going to look for a salon that was hiring so I know she isn't working yet. I'll call her and see if she could come here and do your hair," Maud said. "Do you think she would?" Brenda asked. "She needs the money, of course she will." Maud called her daughter and she said she would love to do Brenda's hair and that she could be there in an hour. "Ashley said she'll be here in an hour, is that alright?" "I'll be back, it will give me a chance to find something to wear tonight, and thank you Maud." "Wait, I don't know your name." "Its Brenda." "It's nice to meet you Brenda," Maud said as she extended her hand. Brenda shook Maud's hand as she left. Brenda returned to her apartment to look for something to wear on her date. She was very lucky that the FBI had provided a large wardrobe for her to wear. She looked through her things and found a dress she had wanted to wear but never had anywhere to do it. It was a knit beige knee length dress that hugged her curves. It came off the shoulders and exposed her skin to below her neck but well above her breasts. There would be no cleavage tonight. She found the perfect heels to wear with the dress, matching sling back pumps with four-inch heels. She would look hot tonight. Brenda returned to the salon and waited for Ashley to arrive. Brenda was reading a magazine and was startled by the tinkling bells as the door opened. In walked a young version of Maud, only this one was trim and well dressed. Her makeup was flawless and her auburn hair flowed to her waist, Ashley was a beautiful woman. "Ashley, hi," Maud said. "Hi mom," she replied. "Ashley, this is Brenda, Brenda this is Ashley," "It's nice to meet you Ashley," Brenda said as she extended her hand. "It's nice to meet you too Brenda," Ashley said with her smoky alto voice. Her voice sent shivers up Brenda's back. She must drive men crazy she thought. "What would you like to do?" Ashley asked. "I need my hair cleaned up and styled for my date tonight, can you help me?" Ashley took Brenda's hair in her hands and looked at it, feeling the texture and length. "I wish your hair was a little longer but I have some ideas that I think you will like. You're going out on a date?" "Yes, to dinner and I want to look special for him." "It's still early Brenda, if you would like I can give you a complete make-over, you know nails and makeup, everything, it'll be fun, and I need the practice." "You can do all that?" "Of course silly, I couldn't get a license if I didn't know how." "Ashley you have yourself a customer." "Have you ever dyed your hair?" "No." "I didn't think so, your hair is brown, it's boring, you need color and you need highlights, Brenda when I'm finished with you, you will never want brown again. Let's get started, I need to wash your hair." Ashley led Brenda to the sink and thus started a long afternoon of pampering for our heroine. The hours past as Ashley worked her magic on Brenda. When Ashley did Brenda's makeup she explained each move and why she was using each color above her eyes. Brenda was amazed at what her makeup would do to her eyes. Her mood was interrupted by the tinkling of the bell as the door to the shop opened. A little slip of a girl entered and looked around. She was bubbly and full of energy. She reminded Brenda of a kitten with her playfulness. Maud walked through the curtain and the girl screamed, "Mommy," and ran to her and threw her arms around Maud's neck and gave her a hug. Maud stepped back and said, "Karen, what are you doing here, why aren't you in school?" "There was a fire and they sent us home for one week while they repair the school." Ashley had stopped working on Brenda's makeup while she watched Karen give her mother hugs. Karen turned and saw Ashley and frowned, "Hi Ashley," she said, with distain in her voice. "Hi Karen," Ashley responded, somewhat meekly. "Brenda, this is my daughter Karen. She goes to school up state and there was a fire and, what a surprise," Maud gushed. "Karen's your daughter, I thought Ashley was?.your???daughter," Brenda said as her voice slipped away. Brenda's mind was reeling, holy shit, Maud said she had a son and daughter and if Karen was her daughter then Ashley must be her, no way. She's too pretty to be a, a, man. Men don't look like that, they're masculine looking, they're, they're, and then Brenda looked at her own reflection in the mirror, where was the masculinity there, where was hers and where was Tiffany's. "Ashley's not her daughter," Karen spat, "I'm her only real daughter, she's a fake. What are you doing here Ashley?" "Mom asked me to come and do Brenda's hair and makeup for her, I need the job." "Shit, Brenda, do you know that Ashley is really a guy?" "I didn't until now," she said softly. Brenda could see the hurt in Ashley's eyes as her sister berated her. "Well she is, or maybe I should say he is, you embarrass me Gary." "Please don't do this Karen, I never did anything to you, not like this," Ashley said as tears filled her eyes. "Karen, stop this instant, I'll not have you doing this to your sister in my shop." "But mom, you know how I feel about Gary and why." "Stop it right now Karen, if you can't be civil then I want you to leave." "I can't be civil so I'll leave." Karen turned and walked to the door. "Please don't leave Karen," Ashley pleaded. "Fuck you bitch," she said as she slammed the door behind her. "I'm so sorry Brenda, you shouldn't have seen that, do you want me to finish or would you prefer that my mother to finish everything?" "Why wouldn't I want you?" "Because, well because of what Karen said, a lot of people aren't comfortable with, you know, me." Brenda was at a loss for words. This beautiful girl had just been hammered by her sister and she wondered if she wanted someone else to touch Brenda? Brenda rose from her chair and took Ashley in her arms and held her as Ashley dissolved into tears. Brenda could feel Ashley's body heaving as she cried and had no idea as to what she should do, so she just held her tight. Maud watched as her baby cried, tears falling from her eyes. This wasn't the first time Karen had lashed out at her sister and it wouldn't be the last. Ashley's transition wouldn't have been so bad if Karen's boyfriend hadn't met Ashley. Karen wasn't happy her brother had decided that he wanted to become a girl, the embarrassment would be too much for her as freshman student in high school. Gary had dressed for Karen one day and she was surprised at how pretty Gary was. As long as he kept it at home and no one found out she was fine with it, in fact she had fun with it at first, playing with her own dress up Barbie doll. Gary had been picked on in school because of his feminine ways and when he graduated he moved away and transitioned into Ashley. He had used hormones in school with his mother's permission so when he moved out and began to live as Ashley full time it was easy for him. He was and still is very passable as a woman, in fact no one would ever guess Ashley hadn't been born a genetic woman. The hate began when Ashley came home for a visit after a year living on her own. She had worked at menial jobs but was able to support herself and pay for cosmetology classes. She was to graduate in another six months and wanted to see her mother and sister as she had missed them. Ashley was a beautiful woman, she dressed with taste, and carried herself in a way that said, "I'm a woman with class.' Karen was home when Ashley arrived and she wasn't alone. Karen had brought her current boyfriend home for a love making session, to be blunt, Karen was a slut and having a mother that worked until early evening meant that she had free rein to do as she pleased and that meant screwing every boy she met. Ashley entered their apartment and found Karen on the sofa with her legs spread and her boyfriend buried deep within her. "Karen, what are you doing?" Ashley had asked in surprise. Karen hadn't heard Ashley come in the room and it couldn't have been at a worse moment, because at that moment her boy friend came. "Shit, what are you doing here?" Karen asked as her friend kept bucking. The boy finally realized they weren't alone and withdrew from Karen spewing his spunk on both her and the sofa. The boy hastily pulled his underwear and pants back on as Karen tried to find her panties. "Karen this boy isn't supposed to be here, you know the rules." "Fuck the rules, I do as I please." All the while the boy couldn't help but stare at Ashley, her beauty made Karen pale in comparison. Karen watched as her friend was paying attention to Ashley and completely ignoring her. He had just fucked her and now he wanted Ashley, her brother more than her, the bastard. Karen in her own sick way though blamed Ashley for the turn of events and not the boy, she wanted more of what he had and she wasn't about to share it with Ashley. Karen could see the boy's growing lust for her brother and she would put a stop to it. "I see you're turned on by my sister Jeffery, well let me tell you something, she's a guy, a fag, get it, now fuck off Gary, we don't want you here." After that day the few times the two girls were in the same room fireworks started. Ashley would try to make peace but Karen wouldn't hear of it, Karen hated her sister, not so much that she had caught her with the boy but because of her jealousy of her sister's beauty, she hated Ashley for that. Ashley gained control of her emotions and dried her eye as best as she could. She looked at Brenda and waited for the words of rejection. "I wouldn't want anyone but you to touch my hair or face Ashley, and I'd like to be your friend." Ashley watered up again, Brenda wanted to be a friend, she hadn't rejected her but had embraced her, maybe this thing with Karen would have a happy ending after all. Ashley went back to work on Brenda and finished with little time to spare. Brenda saw what Ashley had done to her and she looked amazing. Her boring nondescript hair was gone and had been replaced with a smart sexy style that was guaranteed to turn heads. Her makeup was perfect for evening and the light danced off her sexy nails. Ashley had even polished Brenda's toe nails to match her fingers, Brenda was pleased beyond her wildest dreams. "Ashley, you made me beautiful, thank you so much." "You were easy, I had a lot to work with." Brenda went and removed her smock and pulled her blouse around her shoulders and buttoned it. She returned with her purse and removed three one hundred dollar bills and handed them to Ashley. "Brenda, this is too much money." "Its not enough dear friend. I want you to give me your address and phone number so we can see each other again." "You aren't just saying that to make me feel better?" "Don't be silly, I want to be your friend." Ashley hugged Brenda again, she had truly found a friend. Brenda rushed home as the hour was growing late and Mario would be here soon. Brenda glued her forms on her chest as a strapless bra would be needed with her dress. Her dress had tiny sleeves and the top created a straight line from underarm to underarm. The fabric stretched slightly and hugged her curves, She looked in the mirror and saw that her flaccid penis made a slight bump in the front of the dress. "Damn!" Brenda swore. She loved wearing her thongs but this dress was too clingy to do that so she would have to wear her gaff. She hadn't worn it for weeks and hated putting it on, it made her feel manly for some reason, which is why she preferred the thong underwear. She didn't want to muss her hair so she just rolled the skirt above her waist and put the gaff on and carefully tucked herself away. In her excitement she forgot to put on her pantyhose and had to go through the same thing again, roll up her skirt and put on the hose. She lowered her dress again and took her heels in hand and slid them on her feet and stood. She walked to her mirror and looked at her reflection. Her mouth dropped when she saw herself, God what have I done, she wondered, and then she heard the door- bell ring. Brenda buzzed Mario in and heard him climb the stairs to her apartment. Her stomach was fluttering with butterflies, what if he doesn't like me, what if I'm not dressed right? Mario knocked on Brenda's door and she walked to open it. Her heels clicked on the floor when she reached the end of the carpet. She unbolted the door and swung it open. "Hi," she said. Mario was speechless when he saw the beauty that was his date. Her hair was flawless and shining with new color, her face radiated a beauty he had only read about in books. The lightly tanned skin on Brenda's exposed neck and shoulders added a sexiness to her beauty that proved showing just a little is better than showing everything. Her figure was perfect for her, not too big and not to small, she was trim. Her legs were perfect perched on her heels and the manicured nails that were seen through her sheer hose made the picture complete. She had small drop earrings and a necklace to complete her look, Mario was a lucky man to be dating this woman. "You're beautiful," he was finally able to say. "I had to work at it, it took all day." "It was worth it, are you ready to go?" "Let me get my shawl in case it get cool." Brenda wrapped her white shawl over her shoulders and closed the door to her apartment. She took Mario's arm with her hand and started down the stairs .Her heels made a sound with each step and made her concentrate on not falling, three inch heels were hard enough to climb stairs but these four inch babies were a bitch. Brenda gripped Mario's arm and he felt like she was going to rip his skin. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Why?" "Because your holding my arm like you are going to die." "I'm sorry, it's just that these heels make it really hard to walk on the stairs." "Why don't you take them off until you reach the bottom?" "And run my nylons, no way." Annie opened her door to see where the noise was coming from. "Oh Brenda," she exclaimed, "Your beautiful, let me look at you, I love your hair, my, my, aren't we the regal one this evening, who's your friend?" "Annie this is Mario, Mario, Annie. Annie is my best friend." "I'm pleased to meet you Annie," Mario said as he extended his hand. "It's nice to meet you Mario, Brenda has spoken a lot about you, run along now and you had better be nice to my girl or you'll have me to answer to," Annie laughed. "I will." Mario escorted Brenda to the waiting cab and helped her into the rear seat. "I have tickets for Carnegie Hall tonight, so I thought it would be nice if we went to dinner at Patsy's first and then we can walk to the concert." Brenda crossed her legs and answered, "That sounds wonderful." Mario gave instructions to the driver and then took Brenda's hand in his. Tonight would be a night of romance. The couple were seated at Patsy's and ordered their drinks, Brenda iced tea and Mario a glass of red wine. "What a nice restaurant," Brenda said. "It's been here for years, it was Sinatra's favorite." "I can see why, it's very romantic." "The food's good too." "Mario, tell me more about your adventures when you traveled around the world." "There really isn't that much to tell." "Maybe not to you but I want to hear everything, please?" she whined. Mario began his adventure and had finally reached South America by the time they were halfway through their main coarse of dinner. "I landed in Chili and hitched rides north until I reached Colombia. I had pretty much run out of money and needed a job, so I asked around and because I spoke English this Spanish guy offered me a delivery job. He taught me how to drive a semi truck and had me making deliveries to Panama. God, I delivered everything from scrap iron to cow manure. I had to go to the craziest places to pick things up and some of the guys there scared the crap out of me." "Why would they scare you?" "They all had guns. I don't know why they would have wanted to protect cow manure." "How long did you work there?" "For about a year. I would have worked longer but I had some trouble and had to leave in a hurry." "You weren't hurt were you?" Brenda asked with concern. "No, I wasn't hurt, but I could have been. I was on a dirt road after picking up some manure and I drove around a corner and the road was blocked by the Columbian military. I stopped and the solders made me get out of the truck. I pretended that I didn't speak Spanish and one of the soldiers told me in English to step behind the truck and not to move. They got on top of the truck and started to poke around in the manure and talking. The guy in charge seemed to get agitated and said the payoff wasn't there and that my boss should be taught a lesson. I started to get a real bad feeling in my stomach that I would be the lesson so I slowly backed up until I disappeared into the jungle. I had a hundred yards on them before they noticed I was gone. When they saw that I had escaped they started shouting and running around looking for me, one guy even shot his gun into the jungle, I have no idea what he was shooting at unless it was to scare me, and he did a good job of that." "What did you do then?" "I stayed put until they took the truck and left. I walked for hours until someone gave me a ride. I caught rides north whenever I could and finally ended up in El Paso, Texas. I called my mom and she wired me enough money to get home and have been here ever since. You know the old saying, ?there's no place like home,' well it's true, I've seen enough to last a lifetime." "May I take your plates?" asked the waiter. "Yes, I'm finished," answered Brenda. "Would you like to see our dessert tray?" "I really shouldn't, but I would like to see what you have." The waiter removed the plates and returned with the dessert tray. "Oh my, look at the chocolate mousse, I know I shouldn't, but I have to have it. I'll probably kill myself in the morning when I step on the scale," Brenda giggled. "Would you share it with me?" "I'd love too, we'll take one of these and two forks please." The waiter returned with the mousse and placed it in the center of the table. Brenda took her fork and pushed it into the dessert. She withdrew it and fed it to Mario, dinner was done and now it was time for romance. Mario opened his mouth and closed it over Brenda's fork. She slid it back out and felt as though she was watching a movie. It was as though the dainty hand holding the fork had become detached from her body, the fingers were long and feminine and the candle light danced off her coated nails, they were the hands of a woman in love. Mario returned the favor but Brenda declined, "No, let me," she said as she fed another fork full to Mario. She took one mouthful and decided that would be enough to add five pounds it was so rich. She continued feeding her date until the mousse was gone. When she finished she looked deep into his eyes and said nothing, she let her gaze say everything that needed to be said. "My mother wants to meet you," Mario said when he was able to take his eyes off of Brenda. "Your mother?" "Yes, my mother, she wants to meet the girl that captured my heart." Brenda was silent, things were moving too quickly, she liked Mario a lot and she loved being with him, but meeting his mother, that was more than being friends, that was, gulp, love. Brenda didn't feel right that she should meet his mother, she was undercover and it wouldn't be right. "I'd love too, when?" she answered before her brain gained control of her mouth. "My family has Sunday dinner every week and the whole family is there, even my cousin Sal and his family, my aunts and uncles, everyone is there and I want you there too." Brenda felt herself blushing, no one had ever said anything so nice to her in her life. Mario didn't say I love you, but he might just as well have, she felt her eyes begin to water. God, I'll ruin my make up, she thought as she took her napkin and dabbed her eyes to prevent tears from staining her face. "Mario, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, I can't wait until tomorrow, kiss me." Brenda leaned over the table and the two lovers lips met at the center of the table. It was a short kiss but one of love for each other. This had gone much farther than Brenda had wanted and she was powerless to stop it. Her heart was guiding her before she had a chance to think. She felt warm and cuddly inside, she felt like a woman. The waiter brought the check and Mario placed his credit card in the holder. The waiter took it and returned for Mario to sign the receipt. Brenda saw a series of numbers at the bottom, the first being a two, being a woman has its advantages she thought as the waiter removed the receipt. "Thank you Mario, that was wonderful." "You're welcome, I so happy you came with me tonight." Mario rose and helped Brenda from her chair. He wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and led her to the door and opened it for her. When they stepped outside he took her in his arms and kissed her softly with love. Brenda thought she would melt right there, she had never been kissed like this before, their lips touching so softly and yet a passion flowed between them. Brenda was becoming excited, her nipples were growing hard and she didn't want this to stop. Mario pulled his lips from hers and looked deeply in her eyes. "Brenda, I'm having feelings for you that I didn't know existed and I think I might be falling in love with you." Brenda couldn't speak, the twinkling lights of the city danced in Mario's eyes and she felt all squishy inside. "Mario," she whispered and pulled his lips to hers and let her love pour from her mouth to his. The couple walked to Carnegie from Patsy's as it's only a few blocks away. Actually it was a few blocks for Mario but a mile for Brenda in four-inch heels. Brenda and Mario had their arms around each other so Brenda didn't mind as long as he was holding her. One of Mario's customers had given him the tickets at the last moment and he had no idea what kind of concert this would be. The concert ended and Brenda had never heard music like that before, she had always been a hip hop person but this was so different, so wonderful and so romantic. "Would you like some coffee and cheese cake?" Mario asked. "I'd love some," she answered, "Would you mind if we got a cab, my feet are killing me?" "Why do you girls wear those things if they hurt your feet?" "Look at my legs and you'll see why, they're sexy. We use them to temp you men." "You're right they do look good, never mind, keep wearing them." "I will if you'll pay to have my feet fixed later.' "It will be worth it, you have beautiful legs Brenda." "Thank you, I'm glad you like them." "Not as much as what they're attached to." "Now you're being silly, you can't have one without the other." Mario haled a cab and had the driver drop them at Stage deli for the cheese cake, it's the best. "What time do you want me at you parent's tomorrow?" she asked. "Dinner is around three but never starts until after the football game is over, and that's after four. I'll pick you up around one so we can have some time alone." "What should I wear?" "My mom is kind of old fashion and doesn't like girls to look trashy if you know what I mean." "I don't know what you mean, have I ever looked trashy?" "God no, if fact I didn't even know you had boobs until the other day." Brenda blushed remembering the top she had worn and showed her cleavage for the first time. "I meant, is the dinner formal or casual, do I wear a dress or jeans?" "Jeans are fine, none of the women wear dresses except for mom and she only does it because she's an old fashion Italian woman. "You're no help at all, I'll ask Annie, she'll know what to wear." The couple finished the cheese cake and caught a cab. Mario instructed the driver to drop them at Brenda's apartment. When they arrived Mario asked the driver to wait, he knew it was way too early in the relationship to expect to sleep with Brenda so he escorted her to the door of her apartment. Brenda placed her key in the door and opened it. She turned and allowed Mario to pull her tight and their mouths touched. She placed her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, this kiss had much more lust than the others this night. The kiss lasted for several minutes. "Mario, I, I," Brenda paused, while her brain took control of her mouth, God don't say the love word, please mouth, "I had a wonderful evening, thank you so much." "I would like to do it again if you'd like?" he asked. "I would love to," she answered and kissed Mario again. "I'd better go in, I'll see you tomorrow" Brenda said as she broke the kiss. She knew if she didn't she might lose control of herself and the whole deception would be ruined. "Goodnight Brenda," Mario said as he walked away. Brenda closed the door and couldn't help herself. She took a pillow from the sofa and hugged it tight. Brenda was falling in love.