It was real. This was an unusual morning, unexpected, and now becoming very troublesome. “I wouldn’t have done what I did, oh wow! …Why?” Tri...ia repeated almost chanting “why, why” over and over several times, silently under her bitter breath, troubled indeed, to say the least. Her old sagging mattress and thin, worn sheets usually evade comfort, forcing her to fight the springs and the lumps for slumber, and bundle for warmth. But at this very moment on the day that should have been, was. " She smiled down at me as I struggledfree of the thing. "Must make up for last night's losses, you know. Comelook me up when you want lunch, Darling!"An hour later, I was down on the main floor. But I wasn't looking forMargot! Instead I was at the swanky hotel shoppe, buying new clothing!Shoes, socks, shirts, pants.... I shucked off my old male clothes - whichI'd worn for almost three days now!- and dressed in a fashionable darkshirt and trousers, comfortable rubber-soled shoes...I wanted to. I passed her the joint and she lit it. "Its been years since I've had one of these Steve. It used to make me really horny" we shared it as I was driving, the effect was coming on and she turned to me and opened her legs, spreading her lips for me. I could barely concentrate on driving at the sight of this horny women."Pull in here Steve" We arrived at a local woods and there was nobody around. She took her t shirt off and was walking topless, she was pinching her nipples as she looked at me.. Or over clothes ... for some reason she has wanted to make and wear clothes that look like they could be a knock off of the uniforms that the girls at Our Lady of Angels wore. Needless to say they have a profound effect on me and any other male above the age of ten! Especially since I'm sure the girls at Our Lady of Angels never wore blouses that were translucent without a bra nor did they wear skirts that were ... Well I just added a picture of Lily in one of her outfits to this letter.A.