"Ok, something iis playing with my head." Franklin thought.  First the cherry car pulled in, with the driver acting like he pulled into driveways in neighborhoods like this one 5 times per day.  Then Mrs. Cleaver opened the door, looking like a vision from the start of a porno.  Then there was Sheena... THE SHEENA!<br/><br/>He did not know what to say first.<br/><br/>"Ok, Mrs. Cleaver, I umm... submitted lots of applications today.  Ahh... which one are you talking about?"  He could not make the leap that connected Mrs Cleaver, the queen of suburbia, to a porn and escort service.<br/><br/>Then he turned to Sheena.  "Are you Sheena?  I mean the Sheena... the singer?  I love your stuff.  I have all you albums and see your concerts whenever you are in town."<br/><br/>"And what the fuck is a punk, hard core singer like you doing in the home of the queen of strait laced suburbia?" he thought.