I don't have to worryabout Amber sabotaging my day. Everything is looking up for me. I'm evencontemplating living this way. Staying in 1997. Staying a... Christina. Ifthis is my life now, I can certainly live with it. All that reallyconcerns me is what wrong am I suppose to right? Is it important enoughfor me to throw all of this away?It's now Day 9 out of two weeks and I still have no clue what I'msupposed to do. I'm starting believe that I can't predict it. It willlikely be one of those events. But somehow I couldn't overcome my fear. I needed to talk to someone who had first-hand knowledge of this, who could set my mind at rest.None of the people I knew well seemed suitable. But there was the Foxy Lady, or rather Roxanne, the woman I had met only once, quite recently, who had 'raped' me with a large dildo at that time, and whose husband had later punished both of us. She might have some experience in the matter. I plucked up my courage and phoned her. She was surprised but equally. It's an easy walk usually taking only about fifteen minutes but today I was on rubbish duty. It is surprising how many people just dump their rubbish as they walk the local bush tracks. The path forks just before the river with a thin track that leads further upstream. Most tourists follow the main track but that day I decided to take the other one to check for rubbish knowing I could backtrack along the river. As I walked along the track I began to hear moaning up ahead. The sounds were coming. While she was working her finger in and out, she slapped Leah's rear several times. She also masturbated my cock to get it hard as if it wasn't hard enough. Dave was sitting across the room, watching. Sara told me to do it, then told Leah to push her ass back into my cock. I felt Leah doing it. Sara went to find a blank tape while I continued. She got back, and started shooting us and yelled encouragement.I felt Leah's cunt as I slipped my throbbing cock into her, she was sopping wet. I knew I.