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I would not have to undergo trial and error application later on. A very attractive beautician named Sandy met me and we entered into a discussion of the product and its appeal. She seemed to con- sider my request for a demonstration casually which allowed me to drop my defenses somewhat and I began to feel more at ease. She then asked if I would want to be the model or would I like to see them applied to another of her customers and at this point I decided to go all the way. I said that I was sure that a girl that was travelling with me would like to have nails applied and if possible could she set up an appointment at my motel for later that evening after she was out of work. I informed her that Mitzi would be an excellent model and also could test the durability of the nails for several days. Even at this Sandy did not flinch and said that out-of-salon demonstrations were commonplace and that if I would give her the address, she would be at the motel at 8 that evening.

However, this did not stop all of my worries for I still had to get up the nerve to greet her at the door as Mitzi. It was while I was mulling this over in my mind while writing down the address for her that she levelled me with a statement that I barely recovered from. Casually, she said, "Are you going to be Mitzi when I get there or shall we give her the total beauty treatment after the nails are applied?"

During the next few seconds, which seemed like an eternity, all that I could muster was severe reddening of the face. She picked up on this immediately and said that she understood and that many of her customers were males who enjoye d feminine things and that she would see me at 8 and then we would give Mitzi the full salon treat- ment.

I left the salon somewhat dazed and very excited that tonight Mitzi would gain the recognition and understanding that she had wanted for so very long. The hours dragged on like centuries until promptly at 8 Sandy knocked on my door and I let her in. She was beautifully dressed and had a suitcase with her. We talked casually for several minutes and then she asked if Mitzi were ready to get dressed for the night's activities. I meekly answered yes, not knowing what to do or what to really expect. She first asked to see what Mitzi's wardrobe looked like and I went to the closet and withdrew what Mitzi was to be wearing that evening. She looked over everything and said that Mitzi had excellent taste and that the first thing we should do would be to give Mitzi a manicure. For the next 20 minutes, Mitzi was given

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