My Strong and Wonderful Beautician: 2
By M.C.
Rick and his football teammates try to avenge the beating that Betty gave them and it was not a good idea.


Author's Note: I was so taken by Betty, the strong, tough yet compassionate
and loving beautician that befriended Kate in my previous story, that I
decided to add a few more chapters to it so I that could write more about her.
This story takes place two weeks after the barroom brawl in that story where,
in order to protect Kate from her abusive boyfriend, Betty not only slapped
him silly, but also beat up his two big, strong university football teammates
who were with him at the time. Like my previous story, this one is also told
from Kate's perspective. It's not necessary to read the earlier story if you
haven't already, although it would help in better understanding this one. One
final note: Kate will be referred to as 'Kitten' most of the time, which is
the nickname that Betty gave her.

Chapter One: After the Barroom Brawl

It had been two weeks since Betty, my big, strong, tough and yet kind and
loving beautician, stopped my then boyfriend Rick from slapping me in the bar.
She wound up not only slapping him silly, but also beating up Alan and Larry -
Rick's best friends and teammates on our university's football team. Since
then I dropped out of the cheerleading squad (for some reason tough, macho
guys didn't appeal to me anymore) and moved out of the cramped student
apartment that I had been in and into the comfy home that Betty was renting
near-by. At Betty's recommendation, I changed my original plan to become a
teacher and will now begin studying law instead. I applied to attend our
university's highly regarded law school next fall after I graduate and feel
confident that I'll be accepted. All-in-all, things seemed to be going very
well in my 'new life' - and then I heard something which disturbed me.

After I left the cheerleading squad most of the other girls began to distance
themselves from me as I was no longer part of their 'group'. I suspect that it
also might have something to do with the fact that I was now living with a
woman. And not just any woman, but a woman who can easily beat up three of the
toughest guys on the football team all by herself. But one of the girls on the
squad has still remained close to me. Jennifer (whom I've always called Jenn)
and I have been friends ever since the tenth grade when we were both
cheerleaders in high school and I still consider her to be my best friend;
except for Betty of course.

A few days ago Jenn told me that she overheard rumors from some of the other
girls on the cheerleading squad that Rick and some of his teammates were
planning to take revenge on Betty for the beating that she gave their
teammates in the bar. Jenn didn't know how many players Rick had gotten to go
along with him on his plan, but because Betty had beaten Rick and his friends
up so easily, she suspected there might be quite a few. When I heard this I
became frightened. I mean how could just one woman, even a woman as big,
strong and tough as Betty is (she had been a strongwoman in a circus for
thirteen years and her biceps still measured an amazing eighteen inches around
when she flexed them) possibly take on a large number of university football
players all by herself? And the more I thought about it, the more frightened I
became. I had to tell Betty about this.

"I wouldn't get too bent out of shape over this Kitten," Betty calmly said
when I told her about what Rick and his friends were planning. "It may be
nothing more than their macho bluster because of what I did to Rick and his
friends in the bar. And even if they are serious about trying to avenge the
beating that I gave them and come after me, I'm sure it's nothing that I can't
handle. So please don't worry your pretty little head over this." It was
Friday afternoon and we were lying next to each other in Betty's large, comfy
bed. My muscular girlfriend reached over and playfully pinched my cheek (Betty
likes to do that a lot), which indicated to me that she wasn't taking the
threat from Rick and his teammates seriously.

"But Betty, you may be confronted by a dozen big, strong, tough, macho
football players all at once; maybe even more. Who knows? Maybe Rick got his
entire football team to come after you. How can you be so calm and nonchalant
about this? As strong and tough as you are Betty, do you really think that you
can take on our university's entire football team all by yourself? And let me
remind you that if this should come to a fight, I won't any help to you." I
flexed my six inch biceps to emphasize my point.

Betty laughed when I did that. "No Kitten, obviously you wouldn't be of much
help to me. So that's why, should this come to a fight, you're to stay
completely out of it." Betty pinched my cheek again and added with a giggle,
"The last thing I want is for my little Kitten to get hurt; tee, hee." And
then Betty got serious. "I think that the best way for me to deal with a
situation like this is to meet it head-on; to 'take the bull by the horns' so
to speak. You mentioned to me that a lot of the players on the football team
go to the university's weightroom on Saturday mornings to work out; right? (I
did). "So this is what we're going to do. Tomorrow morning you and I will walk
over to the weightroom and I'll have a little 'chit-chat' with Rick and his
friends and we'll see if we can resolve this problem of ours in an amical and
mature manner."

"But what if you can't Betty? Jenn told me that the players were all still
very angry about what you did to Rick, Alan and Larry in the bar (not that
they didn't deserve it, they certainly did). But these guys are the leaders of
the football team. And let's face it Betty, you not only battered all three of
them into submission, but you also humiliated them too. Imagine what a blow it
must have been to their masculine egos for these big, strong and proud
athletes to have been beaten up by just one woman; and you did it easily too.
But there were only three of them in the bar, and tomorrow you may have to
confront up to four times as many. And what if they don't want to listen to
your reasoning? What will you do then Betty?"

My strong girlfriend thought about this for a moment or two, and then she said
with a sigh, "Then in that case Kitten, I'm afraid I'll just have to use a
slightly different method to deal with Rick and his friends. But I do
guarantee you this, that however this 'little problem' of ours does get
resolved, one way or another it will be resolved by the time that you and I
walk out of the weightroom tomorrow morning. So let's not think about this
anymore today. It's a Friday afternoon and tomorrow is my day off. Lying naked
next to you in bed has put me in a very sexy mood. So let's worry about what
happens tomorrow, tomorrow, and get down and do some serious lovemaking now."
And so we did.

Chapter Two: The Following Saturday Morning

As with every morning since I moved into Betty's rented home, I woke up in the
most wonderful of positions. I was lying on top of Betty's rock-hard, muscular
body and using her large, firm breasts as my pillows while Betty was gently
running her fingers through my long, blond hair. And instead of showing any
signs nervousness about her upcoming confrontation with the football team
later that morning, Betty was softly humming to herself. Betty has a wonderful
voice when she hums. It's so soft and soothing that sometimes it's hard for me
to reconcile the fact that my kind and gentle beautician is also the strongest
and toughest person that I've ever met.

After a bit more cuddling, Betty and I then engaged in another one of our
favorite morning activates - brushing each other's long, pretty hair. And as I
watched this powerful woman gently stroke my long blond hair with her awesome
arms (I was looking into a large wall mirror in front of me as she did it), I
still couldn't detect even the slightest trace of concern in either Betty's
beautiful face or in her mannerisms regarding what was going to happen at the
university's weightroom in just a short while. To the contrary, she was still
humming!

With our hair neatly brushed, we began to get dressed. And for the first time
since we woke up that morning Betty did show a little bit of concern - about
what should she wear. "When a girl fights against just a few guys like I did
in the bar Kitten, the clothes she's wearing doesn't really matter too much.
But when she's fighting against a lot of guys, as I may have to do today, then
it does. Because I'll need to have both my arms and legs free, I'll have to
wear something that doesn't restrict my movements." Betty looked over her
wardrobe and chose her shocking pink, one-piece bathing suit which I
absolutely love as it highlights her muscular arms and legs as well as her
large, firm breasts. Betty always looks absolutely stunning whenever she wears
it!

But then my mighty girlfriend had another important issue to deal with - how
should she wear her long, pretty brown hair? "When fighting against multiple
opponents all at once Kitten, the last thing a girl needs is to have her hair
get into her eyes. So I think that we'll go with the ponytail look today. Use
my pink headband so it will match my bathing suit (Betty likes to be color
coordinated), and then we'll be ready." I tied Betty's hair back into a
ponytail and brushed it a few more times. Dressed now for battle with her hair
in 'fighting shape' (Betty's words), Betty and I left the house and started to
make our way over to the university's weightroom for what was promising to be
an 'interesting' morning.

When we approached the closed door of the weightroom, my large and strong
friend paused and smiled at me. "I'm telling you this in advance Kitten,
things might get a little bit rough inside. So I'd really appreciate it if
you'd find yourself a safe corner somewhere in the weightroom and go there.
And under no circumstances are you to get involved with what is, in all
likelihood, about to happen. This little encounter is solely between Rick, his
teammates and me. Do you understand Sweetness?"

After I nodded, Betty pinched my cheek again. "Good. And please don't worry
about me. I'm a big girl who's more than capable of taking care of herself;
although it was very sweet of you to have been worried about me. I assure you
that everything will be O.K; at least for me that is. And after we're through
here, let's go over to the mall so we can do some serious shopping. I happened
to see the most beautiful blue dress in a boutique shop other day that I think
you'd look absolutely fabulous in and I want you to try it on. I'm pretty sure
that you'll like it too Kitten."

(Now just think about this for a moment. My muscular girlfriend is about to
take on some of the biggest, strongest and toughest guys on our university's
football team all by herself. And what seems to be the upmost thing on her
mind? Shopping! Now if that isn't surreal, then I don't know what is). Betty
grinned at me and again pinched my cheek. Then she opened the door to the
weightroom and we went inside.

Chapter Three: The Confrontation in the Weightroom

The first thing that Betty did after she and I entered the weightroom was
close and lock the door behind us (it was the only way in or out). Then she
nodded over to one of the far corners and I understood that that's where she
wanted me to go. After I went there I looked around the weightroom and counted
twelve big, strong football players; and among them Rick, Alan and Larry. They
had stopped working out when we entered and were all staring at Betty who was
now standing in the middle of the weightroom with her hands on her hips - and
smiling!

She looked over at Rick and, in a strong and confident tone of voice said, "I
hear that you and your friends want to get revenge on me for what I did to you
in the bar two weeks ago. Is that true Rick? Because if that is indeed the
case, then here I am. So why don't we settle this 'little disagreement' of
ours here and now so that Kate and I can go to the mall afterwards. She and I
have some serious shopping to do." (Betty looked over at me and winked after
she said this).

Watching from my safe corner at the scene that was now unfolding before me,
one word kept creeping into my mind - surreal; this was surreal. For here was
my wonderful beautician (all six feet and 220 muscular pounds of her) standing
in the middle of the weightroom and challenging twelve big, strong college
football players - who by now had her virtually surrounded - to a fight. And
yet Betty was still smiling! Yes, surreal is definitely the most accurate word
to describe the scene that I was witnessing.

A few awkward moments of silence followed but I could definitely feel the
tension in the room rising and knew that it would all soon explode. My
muscular girlfriend was now completely encircled by twelve strong, tough and
very macho athletes, thirsting for revenge for what she had done to three of
their friends. But incredibly, Betty still stood smack in the middle of them
all with her hands on her hips and a smile on her beautiful face! Did she know
something they didn't? That, I was about to find out.

Chapter Four: The Fight

WHAM! SMACK! PUNCH! POW! I couldn't see which one of Rick's friends made the
first move; but it wasn't Betty. But when the altercation began, my amazing
beautician flew into action - and by that I mean 'devastating' action. With
her long, pretty ponytail swishing around behind her (which I found very
erotic) my wonderful girlfriend literally transformed herself into an
invincible female fighting machine. CRACK! SLAM! THUD! SMASH! With blinding
speed, Betty's powerful fists lashed out all over the place as she quickly
moved from one player to another. Seemingly impervious to their blows, Betty's
muscles and rock-hard fists proved to be more than a match for even the
strongest of Rick's teammates. POW! With just a single punch to his jaw, Betty
knocked Alan out again. WHACK! And with another, she sent Larry down for the
count.

Incredibly, while Betty was smacking the football players all around the
weightroom, she even started up a casual conversation with me - about the blue
dress! "I keep thinking about how pretty you're going to look in that dress
Kitten." WHAM! CRACK! POW! (three more guys went down). "I really think that
blue is your color." PUNCH! (as did another). "I hope you like it as much as I
do." CRACK! SMACK! WHACK!

And to further rub in that fact that Rick and all of his teammates were
getting their collective asses kicked in by just one a woman, during the few
dull moments in the fight, Betty even managed to reach back and twirl her
long, pretty ponytail around! (I asked Betty later that evening why she does
things like this in the middle of a fight and her answer was quite telling).

A very large lineman did manage to connect with a hard right hook to Betty's
jaw. But after he did, he held his right hand and cried out in pain while
Betty didn't even seem to feel it! "Oh you poor boy you" Betty teased, "you
hurt your hand hitting my jaw. Here, let me take your pain away." SMACK! And
with a right hook of her own that was probably twice as strong as his, my
mighty girlfriend sent him first into dreamland, and later to the emergency
room for an X-ray on his hand. Fortunately for him, his hand wasn't broken.
But his wrist was so badly sprained that he had to wear a cast around it for
several weeks afterwards. And even though it was he who had hit her first,
Betty still baked him a large batch of her delicious chocolate chip cookies
and gave them to him anyway. See why I love this amazing woman so much?

The fight continued for a few more minutes until Rick was the only guy left
standing. Betty had deliberately left him for last (punching him only lightly
until then) so that he could see her beat up all of his friends first. "Are
you satisfied now Ricky?" Betty said as she grabbed him firmly by his
sweatshirt and lifted him completely off the weightroom floor - with just her
left hand! "Because of your quest for vengeance, your teammates are now all
lying around the weightroom floor; battered and beaten. How does that make you
feel? Knowing that you and you alone are responsible for the beating that I
just gave them. You really do deserve this!" Holding my 230 pound ex-boyfriend
several inches off the floor with just her left hand, Betty cocked back her
mighty right fist and prepared to smash Rick in the face. "Pleasant dreams
Loverboy," she said.

"Please don't hit me Betty," Rick pleaded. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I
won't bother you and Kate again; I promise. But don't hit me. Please!" One of
the things that I've learned about my amazing new friend is that although she
is unmatched in both her strength and toughness, she can also be very kind,
loving and compassionate too; like she always is with me. After a few more
moments of Rick's pathetic begging, Betty decided not to knock him out after
all and she slowly lowered her right fist. But if Rick thought that Betty was
finished with him, then he was in for a rude shock. Because instead of
punching him in the face, Betty decided to give Rick a good, hard, bare-bottom
spanking.

Still holding Rick firmly by his sweatshirt, Betty dragged him over to one of
the benches in the weightroom, sat down and yanked him across her large knees.
Then she pulled his training pants down to his ankles and began to give my
former boyfriend the good, hard spanking that he justly deserved. After just a
few spanks from Betty's strong right hand, Rick began to cry. "Gee Kitten, I
can't believe that you actually liked this guy once. You told me that you were
attracted to toughness and strength. But look at what a crybaby Ricky is."
Overcome with watching Betty humiliate Rick right in front of me, I put my
arms around my incredible girlfriend and gave her a loving hug - while she was
spanking Rick!

"What never ceases to amaze me about you Betty is how you can be stronger and
tougher than twelve university football players, and yet so feminine at the
same time. Like when you were casually telling me about that blue dress or
twirling your ponytail around while you're beating up the toughest guys on our
football team! It's one of the things that I really love about you." Betty
smiled and said, "Why thank you Kitten; what a sweet thing to say." SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! "And speaking about that dress, I'm almost finished here and
then we can go over to the mall and you can try it on." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"And I hope you like it as much as I do." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

By now Rick's rear end was as red as a stoplight and he was choaking on his
own tears; so Betty stopped spanking him. "Well I hope that you and your
friends learned your lesson here today Ricky," Betty said in a strong and
commanding tone of voice. "Because if I ever have to come back here again to
teach you and your friends another lesson, then not only will I beat you all
up worse than I did this time, but I'll also take every player on your team,
as well as your coaches, across my knees and give them all the good, hard
spanking that I just gave to you. And don't think for a moment that I can't,
or won't, do it! Did you understand what I just told you Ricky?"

"Yes," my former boyfriend meekly said with tears streaming down his face
(indeed there was a small pool of his tears on the floor of the weightroom
directly below him as he lay draped across Betty's knees - giggles). "Good.
Now I want you to finish your crying in that corner over there and don't you
dare move away from it until I give you permission to do so. Now go!" Watching
how easily my wonderful girlfriend was humiliating my former boyfriend -
treating him like a naughty little boy - was getting me aroused; very aroused.
Betty is just so powerful, so masterful, so dominant; and once again I
realized why I love her so much.

After Rick went into the corner to cry (the poor, pathetic thing), I bent over
and whispered something into Betty's ear and she began to giggle. "What a
lovely idea Kitten. Yes, let's do that; hee, hee, hee." Betty then spent the
next several minutes dragging the eleven battered guys that were scattered all
around the weightroom to the center of the room after which she stacked them
all into a nice, neat pile (Betty left Rick crying in the corner). After she
finished stacking them all up, Betty untied her ponytail and fluffed up her
long, beautiful, brown hair. Then she took her hairbrush (Betty never goes
anywhere without her trusty hairbrush), sat down on top of the pile and calmly
began to brush her hair while I recorded it all on my cell phone.

"This was a great idea Kitten. We can add this video to the one that you took
after my fight in the bar two weeks ago. We can even start our own private
collection; tee, hee, hee." (Once again I was amazed at how this 'super
girlfriend' of mine can transform herself from being an invincible female
fighting machine capable of beating up a dozen large, strong and tough college
football players one minute into a giggling girl the next).

After Betty finished brushing her beautiful hair, she slid off the pile of
battered football players, smiled at me and said, "It looks like our little
issue with your ex-boyfriend and his teammates has been settled - as I told
you it would be; didn't I? (Wink). So now it's time for us to do some
shopping. I just can't wait to see how great you'll look in that pretty blue
dress." Hand-in-hand my amazing girlfriend and I left the weightroom and began
walking towards the mall; giggling like little girls as we went.

Chapter Five: Pillow Talk Later that Evening

It had been a wonderful day; awesome in fact! It began with some tender
cuddling with Betty in bed. Then we got dressed and walked down to the
university's weightroom where I watched my incredible girlfriend single-
handedly beat up twelve of the roughest, toughest guys on our university's
football team all at once. Then we went to the mall and did several hours of
shopping (Betty and I both love to shop and we can do it all day). And as
usual, my beautiful beautician was right - that blue dress does indeed look
fantastic on me, And now Betty and I are about to return to where this day
began; in her nice, big, comfy bed.

A few hours later, after a long session of passionate lovemaking, I was lying
totally exhausted on Betty's rock-solid body, using her gorgeous breasts as my
pillow. We began our last ritual of the day, soft pillow talk. "Betty, you
were so wonderful in the weightroom this morning. I just loved watching the
way you beat up all of Rick's strong, tough, macho teammates. You were so
masterful, so awesome! And I especially loved watching the way you humiliated
Rick at the end; by spanking him to tears and making him stand in the corner
like a naughty little boy. You're incredible!"

Betty began to gently run her strong fingers through my long, blond hair and
softly said, "Thank you for that Kitten. It really means a lot to me to hear
you say things like this. You see, when you're a woman as large and strong as
I am, people tend to shy away from you. Even the strongest and toughest guys
are intimidated by me. It's one thing to be a strongwoman in a circus as I was
for thirteen years, because then you're just an act, not a 'real' person. But
when you're an actual person, a person with feelings and desires, it makes for
a very lonely existence. And that's the way I felt for most of my life." Betty
then smiled at me and tenderly said, "Until I met you that is Kitten; and then
everything changed for me." My beautiful friend then gave me a loving kiss
which was followed by a lengthy hug.

"Betty, do you think that the fight you had this morning with the football
players would have gone any differently if, instead of 'just' twelve guys, you
would have faced off against Rick's entire team?" My muscular super girlfriend
thought about this for a few moments and then replied, "I don't think so
Kitten; the end result would probably have been pretty much the same. In fact
the only difference that I can see is that I simply would have had to punch
out more guys (Simply? I love Betty's choice of words here). And because it
would have taken me longer to finish them all off, I would have gotten a
better workout." Then Betty giggled and added, "And I also would have had more
guys to stack on my pile at the end; tee, hee, hee." Betty's giggling prompted
me to ask her a question that had been on my mind since that morning.

"I think this is the thing that puzzles me the most about you Betty, the way
you can be so incredibly strong and tough on the one hand, and yet so soft and
feminine on the other. And sometimes you can even be both at once. Like this
morning in the weightroom for example, when right in the middle of your fight
with Rick and his teammates, you casually began a conversation with me about
that blue dress; and then you twirled your ponytail around. And you did this
while you were beating up half of our university's football team! How can even
you possibly do all that Betty? Are you really Wonder Woman in disguise?"

Betty began to laugh after I said this. "No you silly girl you, of course I'm
not Wonder Woman (she knew that I was just kidding but decided to play along).
First of all, Wonder Woman has dark, black hair and I have brown. And second,
do you ever see me wearing bullet proof bracelets? Or do I have a magic lasso
that compels people to tell the truth? I think that I'm actually much closer
to being the She-Hulk than I am to being Wonder Woman, Kitten; hee, hee, hee."

Betty playfully pinched my cheek again, but then she became serious. "Now
regarding the dual personality that you mentioned Kitten, I think that it's
like this: I believe that inside of every mature woman there still resides a
small part of the 'little girl' that she once was; and perhaps I have a bit
more of this little girl inside of me than most other females. Or maybe I just
don't attempt to repress her and keep her inside of me as others probably do.
All I know is that this is the way that I've always been and I'm quite content
to remain this way; even if it may seem a bit incongruous to the people who
don't know me well.

"But as you've also noticed Kitten, I'm only strong and tough when I need to
be; like this morning or two weeks ago in the bar for examples. You and I have
known each other since that wonderful day when you first walked into my beauty
salon a few months ago (described in the previous story: My Strong and
Wonderful Beautician). And except for this morning and that night at the bar,
have you ever seen me use my size and strength to beat people up? Or even
intimidate them? (No, I had to admit). I would never do that Kitten. It's just
not who I am.

"Now, another reason that I struck up a casual conversation with you about
that pretty blue dress or twirled my ponytail around in the middle of the
fight was to emphasize to Rick and his friends just how outclassed they were
against me. How easy it was for me to beat them all up. I felt that by
pounding these big, strong, tough macho guys while I was also humiliating
them, I could crush their macho, chauvinistic egos down so low that none of
them will ever dare to bother you or me again. Now Rick and his teammates know
that they're not only no match for me in a fight, but also what I'll do to
them if they try to challenge me again."

Betty then paused for a long time, like she was thinking deeply about what she
wanted to say next. "In high school the kids gave me a nick- name Kitten. Do
you know what it was? 'Big Bad Betty'. Why? Because I could beat up every boy
in school and nobody should ever mess with me. I mean even the girls that I
thought were my friends called me that behind my back. What kind of reputation
is that for a high school girl? Yes, I was big and strong, and, when
necessary, I could also be tough. But I was only tough when there was a need
to be; like when bullies at school would harass the few friends that I had.
But in every other way I was just a normal teenage girl with the same needs
and desires as any other girl in school. And yet practically everybody treated
me like I was a freak of nature. Betty sighed and added, "Being the strongest
and toughest kid in school wasn't easy for me Kitten; not easy at all."

At this point my mighty and seemingly invincible girlfriend began to tear up.
So I put my six inch arms around her and hugged Betty with all my might. It
took several minutes before she was able to continue. "So that's what my
childhood was like for me Kitten. I was 'Big Bad Betty'; whether I liked it or
not." Betty then lightened up and smiled at me. "And that's why I find my
relationship with you to be so special. Because with you I know that I have a
loyal, trusting and loving friend; the one that I always longed for but never
had." Another few minutes of tender kissing and hugging between Betty and me
followed.

"I'd love to never have to punch out another arrogant guy again Kitten. But
when a friend of mine is being abused, as you were in the bar that night, or
this morning when Rick was organizing his teammates to help him avenge the
beating that I gave him, I will definitely use my strength to protect those
that I deeply care about." Betty then pinched my cheek again and added, "And
that means you my sweet, little friend. I'll always be here for you." Then
Betty became a bit philosophical.

"When it comes to either boys or men Kitten, it's been my experience over the
years that strength is, unfortunately, the only language that many of them
seem to understand. It's a lesson that I first learned that day in the barn
when, at only twelve years old, I beat up my two older brothers because they
were slacking off about doing their chores and making me do practically all
the work. But after the beating that I gave them, they never slacked off on
doing their chores again.

"As you may have noticed, when it comes physical strength and raw female
power, I seem to have been given more than my fair share (an understatement if
ever there was one). But because I have this tremendous strength at my
disposal, I always have to remind myself to use it only when it's absolutely
necessary; and even then to temper it with compassion whenever possible.
That's the reason I didn't knock Rick out but spanked him instead. (Personally
I found Betty's spanking Rick to be far more erotic than her punch would have
been because it was much more humiliating for Rick and it lasted far longer
for me to watch; hee, hee, hee). Were I to start beating people up for fun,
then I wouldn't be any better than the bullies that I've always despised."

Betty then engulfed me in her massive, eighteen inch arms and we cuddled each
other until we both fell sound asleep. But just before I did fall asleep, I
reflected on the events of our wonderful day. "It's great to have powerful
woman for a girlfriend," I thought to myself. "Betty - my strong and wonderful
beautician."