Talkers Expand Like Bread Dough.

I Guess I'm A Survivor. There Are Many Of Us Survivors And Any Successful Woman Of My Age Has Somewhat Of That In Her.

I Guess Anyone With A Beautiful Body, Man Or Woman, Loves To Be Looked At, But To Admit Such A Thing Is A Little Rough At Times. That's Why It's Hard To Get People To Pose.

People Never Get Tired Of Looking At Beautiful Pictures Of Gorgeous Girls.

My Father Died When I Was 10; My Sister Got Polio A Couple Of Years Later And Was Paralyzed. So There I Was - My Sister In A Wheel Chair, My Father Gone, And My Mother A Quiet Little Mouse. You See, It Was The '30s In The South, So My Mother Was Not Prepared To Cope. So I Was Scared To Death. And Being That Scared, Everything Afterward Became A Struggle Not To Go Down The Drain. Struggling Became A Way Of Life For Me.

If I Had To Choose Between Sex And Food, I Would Choose Food, But I'd Choose Sex Over Nearly Everything Else.