“No problem,” I replied. Dannye got dressed in her spirit uniform- which to me, mimicked those very short sexy mid-riff bearing cheerleader outfit... so very common in Texas high schools. “I hope you’re wearing panties under that,” I remarked as she sat down in the passenger seat of my Chevy Charger. “Of course,” Dannye replied. “Don’t worry, they won’t allow us to go commando.” We picked up one of Dannye’s classmates, a fellow high school senior by the name of Karyn. Karyn wore the same spirit. I was very patient . I knew that any rush will ruin everything. Although both of us were turn on and wanted to fuck in the shower I did not allow her. So We went out wet, and I gently covered her with a towel (I couldn't hide my erect white dick that was really painful cause it needed to fuck her)We got into bed, but she was still nervous. I told her not to worry and we shall probably just have fun with no anal. I told her to lie with her thong on her belly and that I will give her a massage.. The idea was that he would give me her phone number, and I would text her (from a secret pay as you go phone) as effectively a wrong number and hope to engage her in chat. So I texted her something like "Thank you for a wonderful night last night, I had a terrific time and hope to see you again soon" and waited to see whether she took the bait.Pretty quickly she came back with "I think you have the wrong number" and a crying laughing emoji- so at least I had her intriuged. I texted back "Nice. I do haveto admit I appreciated the girl who did a great Bowie, when up camePetula Clark. Oh my god, it was Bruce singing "This is My Song" and"Don't Sleep in the Subway, Baby."The reunion was a bit awkward at first, but by the end of the night, andseveral drinks on Antony, it was old times again. Bruce was still Bruce.He explained that he had always had "urges" and asked if I was put off.I said no, I guess that had always been a part of him so it made nodifference now that it was "out." Bowie.