Review by GLPLOL, October, 2004
I had visited Jordan Kay about a year earlier. She remembered me, which was sweet, remembering how I couldn't find her place and how she came looking for me in her white SUV. When I arrived at her new Scottsdale very nice apartment, she wasn't there yet, but she pulled into the parking lot a couple of minutes later. She bounded up the stairs with a smile on and what an affectionate welcome--a kiss and hug, and invited me in. And then...