I checked, before I went to sleep, that her alarm clock wasn’t set. I woke up, the following morning, to the smell of bacon cooking. There she was, ...n the kitchen, wearing my pyjamas again.She turned to look at me over her shoulder. “Put some clothes on. You’ll catch cold.”“You’re wearing my clothes.”“You have others. Put the black ones on, I like them.” So, of course, I did. When I got back she was setting our plates on the table and I took her face between my hands and looked at her. Her eyes. He couldn't feel either the skirt or blouse hanging - all he could feel was the tug and pull of the stockings and the bra. Finally, he put on his heeled shoes. Immediately his butt stuck out and his breasts pushed forward. He took a few steps and realised that the combination of the heels, the stockings and the skirt forced him to take small, delicate steps whilst swinging his hips. Without breaking, he went and applied his makeup, which was difficult because of his shaking hand, and. "What time? I spent most of Wednesday afternoon on an Irish golf course. The evening we spent in a little pub; singing our hearts out and getting as pissed as newts. Actually that's probably a lie. I have to be well plastered, before, I start singing in public!" Where was this pub, what's it called and would anyone remember you being there?" Jesus shit, I don't know. It was a pub in the village on Galway Bay somewhere. But the way I sing I doubt they will forget me in a hurry. Talk to George. "At least these are better than some of theshit Jeff bought in there", I muttered, thinking of all the lingeriepiled in the closet.Leaving Jeff's bedroom, and walking into the guest bedroom, Islid under the covers. After laying there for about 15 minutes, Icouldn't fall asleep. Remembering the tape Jeff gave me, I picked itup off the counter and looked at the label. "Naiveti". "Weird name"I thought as I placed it in the tape player, put the headphones on andlaid back.RRIIIINNNNNGGGGGG.