My mental picture of the bra, panties, tights and tacky supermarket uniform were all crystal clear before Sarah picked them from her closet and the dr...wers of her dresser. I, we, sat and the hair dryer and brush was used on the damp, towel dried hair. I watched through her eyes in the mirror as she did this, and then thinly apply makeup. I was learning the traits of being a female, learning the routine that this girl followed. Each step, each movement etched into my brain. No matter how I tried. We'll see what we can do."Gerry's hair grew very fast. There was almost an inch of new growth. Sharon was able to get a close approximation of the style from the last week. As she demonstrated various styling options, she saw the delight in Gerry's eyes and decided to try something."This style really looks good on you but, I think it would have a whole new dimension if we added some depth to your hair color." What do you mean depth?" Well, your hair just doesn't stand out. Your color is what. Sure, she was 40 miles from her station's market, but she was still close enough that people could recognize her. Can't you just imagine it? "Excuse me, but could I interrupt that public sex session you're having? I was just wondering if you were Kelly Frost, the weather girl?" Think of the repercussions if something like that happened!Well, this put everything in a brand new light. Now I had a name to go with the face. I had been thinking that maybe I should be satisfied with two amazing sex. "Okay my white knight, you have made your grand gesture. Now you need to move on." Oh why is that?" he asked."I think the bartender is about to call the police. I assume that since we are tourists, they will take your ass off to jail. I also assume that it won't be your first rodeo cowboy. So unless you enjoyed the last time behind those gray walls, you should move on." You and me are going to meet again," he said to me with an evil smile."Did your friends call you Kevin back at the dart.