"Kaylie, today is the day for thescheduled blood test that the acne pills doctor wanted. I scheduled myafternoon off so I can take you to the testing...lab. Just remember, at theclinic you are a girl named Hillary."As they drove to the nearby clinic Madeline and Kaylie rehearsed all theidentifying information she needed to pass as Hillary. "We will walk intothe lab together and I will be right behind you at the registration desk.I will say I forgot your clinic card, and ask if they can use your. I could see that the hooker looker had her jeans off and panties around her ankles and her guy was fingering her hole as she slowly jerked him off. She looked at us and smiled. I was told to open my dress and take off my bra and panties. I stood up and stripped and then put my dress back on and undies in my bag. Being a stripper made it easy for me to get naked in public. Don played with me for a few minutes and then stood up and dropped his pants and told me to suck on him. I love sucking cock. Teju..... time to go inside?" I ran inside, bolted the balcony door shut and collapsed on the couch in relief. My heart was still racing and my face was flushed. And the rush felt good. I was relieved that no one had been around to see me naked. And even if someone had been around, let's face it, the odds were against anyone having seen me. I was up in an unlit balcony on the 6th floor of a building. And as long as the incident had seemed to stretch out, the time between the towel unraveling. Sundays have always been my favorite day. From the time I was a small child, I have loved Sundays. The day is calm and slow, it is filled with sports in the afternoons, no matter the season. From football, to golf, there is always some sport to watch.Then there is the Sunday paper and a hot cup of coffee, sitting on the porch, the sun warming you with its rays, and the birds serenading with their songs. This had always been my idea of the perfect day.Today I realized that I had been wrong..