It had been a busy and dizzying three months since that day on Meadow when I'd first demonstrated my flight suit. The audience, including Grandpa Dave...and Grandma Ginny, had been impressed. They were even more impressed when I'd taken the suit off and handed it to Gianni Sabarte and told him to give it a try.His initial effort was more hesitant than mine had been, but he flew. If you wore the suit, you could fly. Training and practice could make you an accomplished flyer, but anyone with the. So I have an apartment, I have a decent car and job. This is where itstarts to change for me. Because I kept toenails painted and body clean,I would get brazen enough to start wearing panties, garter belts, andthigh high stockings under my normal everyday Blue Jeans and of courseone of my many rock-n-roll concert t-shirts. I love music and going toconcerts. Another passion of mine. I work in a mail room of a bigcompany, so formality for us was not of a major concern. For the mostpart, we were. The band had moved on, and more floats were going by. I waited a few minutes then got up and went to my car. Walking behind the car, I opened the back hatch, slipping off my wet shorts, removed the dildo and harness, and pulled on a dry pair of similar-looking shorts.I wet a rag, wiped off my legs and stomach, and then zipped up the pants, returning to my seat. When I sat down, I asked Bonnie if she was ok. All she could manage was a nod. We sat and watched the rest of the parade, then finally. As they come to a rest on the table, the number hasn’t changed – nothing has gone down, and the table is open. The second player steps up to the table, looking for opportunities. He’s dark, attractive, the beau. Leather jacket, fashionable hair, five o’clock shadow, dusty jeans all work in concert to make him seamlessly anonymous. He takes up his stance, like a man preparing to fence, right leg back and ramrod-straight. He flicks his right wrist sharply, deliberately, and the blue 2 ball drops.