His near fall broke the spell that held Christine in its thrall. She turned to him and as she noticed his pallor, she cried out."Oh! Erik! Are you unw...ll? Here stop, please, sit."She led him to a bench next to the front door of the house and helped him to sit there."What is wrong with you? Is there anything I can do to help you?"The man moaned, lowered his head and rubbed his forehead even more vigorously than before."The music," he gasped. "Please! Make it stop! It is killing me!"Confusion. .I'm sorry I didn't mention this to you earlier Ms. Westfeld," Isaid as I sat up on the bed.I then gave her the quick rundown on my "hobby" and how I had beentaking trips to New York so I could enjoy being myself."Are you some kind of sickening little sissy?" she asked.I told her I didn't think so. She then got up and paced the room as Ilaid there looking every bit the lady but with my girdle and pantiesoff, my skirt up around my waist and my nyloned legs spread to reveal mystill erect manhood!. K. it would be easier to just get in a lift and go up to his room than to muck around with getting a cab back from somewhere else. He went on to say that if we got on over a drink we could have a meal in the restaurant there, or his room, again my choice. He was so believable, sounded so charming! When I met him I was even more convinced I had made the right choice. Well dressed, a nicely cut three-piece suit, highly polished shoes – I always notice a man’s shoes, they tell you a lot about the. Somehow he looked familiar to me. Maybe I had seen a similar image in an ad somewhere, but I couldn’t imagine an advertising agency using an image that looked that fakey. “Very authentic,” I muttered as I stepped through the front door into a very small entry area. Marie was already checked in and was waiting for me in the public house portion of the inn. I quickly checked in and took my bags to my room. It was basically a bed and breakfast type of place. My room on the second floor was a very.