Silver bells of cheese eating contests

I once met a woman in the bathroom of the golf store.  I don't know what she was doing in there.  I never got her first name but her gown she was wearing was decorated with silver bells.  I call her Silver Foxet because she dressed in a beautiful gown and she was lovely.  I really enjoyed her smile and she had a big dish of cheese in front of her that she shared with all the men that were visiting the bathroom.  I realized quickly that I would be unable to use the facilities becuase Silverfoxet was unhappy and I did not want her to be upset by the smile I found after I felt better after using the facilities. I was forced to bring my day to the empty ladies room where I comfortably removed the ill substances from my body.  Silverfoxet was not satisfied though and she followed me into the ladies room and insisted that I sample her cheese.  I did. It tasted very frugally sad and poor. It was just missing the zest of good cheese.  Silverfoxet was brilliant though and she told me she had more recipes.  So I waited while she found many more and offered each to me in a nice sample packet that was decorated with silver bells.  I was amazed she was that rich because she told me she had a lot of money, but I allowed her to give me such a useless item as a cheese wrapper decorated with REAL SILVER bells.  It was nice and I thought perhaps the bells might look good on a Christmas Tree.  So being Jewish I must give them to the Christmas Tree friends I have and they in fact did enjoy the bells.  But that said, soon their trees smelled like cheese and the poor friends of mine had to abandon the trees and throw them out and buy a fresh wintergreen tree.   It was disapointing as my friends really did not wish to part with their first tree and all their original decorations were ruined.  So I asked Silverfoxet if she might donate some money to their cause of buying new trees as it was her cheese wrappers that ruined the first ones.  I am sad to say that at that point, Silverfoxet decided to stop giving me cheese to eat and she just flushed all of her bells down the toilet in the bathroom. I think she looked plain in the white dress and it really was not a wedding dress.  It was a bell removed funeral gown and it looked like a troubled spirit within its show.  I must say that I felt sorry for Silverfoxet at this point and I realized that she was troubled indeed.  I took her for a trip to the bridal shop and showed her all the gowns and even offered to purchase a very nice one for her if she would just pick one out. Instead she went to the next room and found a black dress and insisted that I purchase it with every penny that I ever owned and would ever own.  I felt troubled as I wanted to be able to buy my son a toy car for his birthday and my son did not even konw Silverfoxet at all.  It was a troubling experience but I did in fact buy that black dress for dear Silver.  It was a friendly gesture for sure, but if she had just worn a white gown I might have had the truck car and airplane for my son as well.  It was too bad but I had heard that Silverfoxet liked to gamble.  She said it was her favorite pasttime and that she was busy reading books at how to beat the odds. Her favorite table was the baccarat table and she could sit there for three days at a time and maybe win ten dollars.  It was a busy way to live and she loved the take.  It was good to be in the casinos because Silverfoxet knew that being a gambler mader God very very very very very very very very very very happy. Gamblers were paid in gold and they really smelled good.  They danced a fine dance and they looked great in their black dress that anyone else could pay for and only they might wear instead of their white wedding dress that every girl covets from birth.