"Marianne kissed Layla tenderly on the lips, wiping the tear from her cheek."Oh! Layla. It's only 'cos I love you so much! Okay! Okay! You're right! I...can do it. It'll be fucking hard. But I can do it. 'Slong as we stay together tonight. I'm sure there's a few things we haven't tried out!"Layla sniffed and brushed the back of her hand across her eyes. "I don't believe that's possible!" she said with a sad laugh, happy that Marianne seemed to have come round to seeing sense.The following morning. You know, starting at Soprano for the highest pitched voices andgoing down through the Mezzo Soprano, Contralto, Tenor, Countertenor,Bass and Baritone - with most of the girls being in the first three andthe boys in the last four. Gosh, I'd hate to think what a girl Baritonewould look like - a gorilla in a skirt? Just kidding. So anyway, whenthe director evaluated us and placed us in groups, guess where he had me- in the Contraltos. Man, that was embarrassing to be the only boyContralto but at. I left the market and began to hunt using the alleys. I saw two beating a beggar and checked the street before I slipped out of the alley. I walked up behind them as I pulled my club.I brought it down on the back of one's head and then kicked into the back of the other's knee. As he went to his knees I struck him in the head with the club. I looked around and glanced at the beggar. I ripped the money pouch off one and tossed it to him, "leave."He grinned with broken teeth and nodded before. I half expected to chat some more and join him. We talked a bit more and he asked if he could see me do what I had done in the car. I looked out at my husband in the car and back to the driver. I couldn't believe I was doing this but parted my legs and slid my hand down to the soaking wet crotch of my panty. He took a deep breath and said I looked amazing. I was so excited I just slid my finger past the sides of the crotch and slide my finger over my clit. I almost climaxed right there. Mike.