I will PM you tomorrow as one of the "players" yet lives. . .ah, me, I was a very "pretty piece" myself "back then" with ash blonde locks, a lithe figure and dark brown doe eyes in which one could drown. Well, I have lost my golden locks as an old parrot motes feathers, but there is yet a twinkle in my eyes, fortunately and the lithe figure is yet with me although nothing is quite right in its place. . .gravity, as I have noted, always wins the game in the end.