I hopped on next to her and sat by her side, not too close but not too far either. She had a bottle of soft drink. She had a sip from it and passed it...to me. I hesitated for a minute and then took a big gulp out of it. I was so thirsty.We talked. We talked about lots of things. She wanted to know about me, my family and every thing about me. I have never had the experience of talking about myself to a woman before; in fact, not with any one. It was easy talking to her. As we talked I could. Now both of you go and cleaned up and get dressed – I want to talk to you both – there are a few ground rules that need to be made and adhered to. I want to see you both in the lounge room in five minutes.The next hour was a heart to heart talk about the two of us and sex and when and where we could and could not do it together. She said it was pointless telling us not to – she knew we would go behind her back and do it anyhow – once you start that sort of thing – you don’t stop she said. We. I'd be a laughing stock - even if the clients let meinside - and apart from it being social suicide for us both, there'stoo much chance of being recognised as Maria. Some of those girls arepretty sharp, not to mention the clients. Maybe I'll join up withPinner Players again, now that I have some spare time." Then why haven't you already? You've been free and clear for a monthnow."I didn't have an answer to that. Somehow acting for real had spoiltplay-acting for me. I didn't answer."No, I. Youdon't wear socks with this type of shoe."Sighing, I took off my socks and tried the left one on. "That feelsreally uncomfortable though, Jude," I moaned. "My skin rubs against theleather. I'll have a blister in no time." Ah, yes," she said, as if just that second remembering something. Sheleft the room hurriedly, leaving me there standing in the new trousersand shirt. I felt the tight fabric over my ass, caressing my cheeks.Maybe the trousers WERE a tad feminine, but they sure felt nice.