Chapter Ten
By the time the Christmas catwalk came upon her, those bottom cheeks were back to their smooth unruffled selves. She had kept the session from Anna, believing her too concerned. Martha had reached that place on the road where she accepted what she was. And though opportunity didn’t knock with convenient regularity, it did tap on the door at convenient intervals. Martha knew she could get her butt whopped anytime any place, but the ingredients for success would be absent. Trust was in great part the most important. To be able to take into her confidence someone, man or woman who understood her idiosyncrasy was also important. If the elements weren’t present then a session could prove absolute torture, and Martha didn’t want to go there. Failure was best avoided. Likewise she di
