Pamela is a sight to see, she's sure, dressing herself. It's a process of touching, turning, and feeling her way around her own clothes to make sure she's putting them on right. She skips her bra...it's not like she really needs it. She pulls on her jeans and does them up, then makes herself comfy on the bed.

"Okay. Impress me," she says, expecting some kind of John Denver bullshit...but she's always willing to listen.