Violet. Looking at the flowers and naming

Violet. Looking at the flowers and naming her unborn child after them. She wanted the child name to mean something and now it did. Unknowingly her best friend had just chosen the

the most gorgeous looking flowers for her daughters birthday, which glowed a beautiful shade of purple. This would give her unborn child's name a meaning. She would call her Violet

and cherish her, knowing that her life almost hadn't been. Violet. There was pleasure in the name and a whiff of "old maiden aunt." Violet would shield her from the Don Juans of

world, while still evoking the concept of "ultra"...a sexy combination, wouldn't you say? Violet's old maiden aunt personality + bombshell good looks made her irresistible to

young men of a nervous disposition. Violet would vavavavoom around her sitting room in her negligee & offer them a nice cup of tea & seedy cake on a doily. She so relaxed these shy

cheeks. My cheeks used to be tense. Tight. Like balloons under water. But she relaxed them. With her eyes. Her burning, sultry eyes. I had to make her stop or my cheeks would

melt from my face. I realized my jaw had dropped. Had I fallen asleep? I tried to compose myself, but she wouldn't stop. Her eyes blazed like

strobe lights at a discotheque. I was going crazy cos I had this sudden urge to dance but I couldn't find my legs. By now I realized that I couldn't stand up anymore. I held on to

Sam Cooke for dear life. He was my only hope. The fact that he was so drunk didn't help, and my body got flown about as he tumbled out of the door. I had to call someone, my legs!