. "What? What? What? What? WHAT?" Feelings of worry andimpending doom descended on him, making his fear grow more and more. Aterrible nightmare...that somehow was all too closely linked to the realworld!Fear! Doom! Fear! Doom! WHAT?He awoke covered in sweat and breathing hard. His mouth was sucking ashard and fast as it could on his pacifier. He brought his hands to hisface and rubbed his eyes, nearly scratching himself with the super longclaws that were his fingernails. What had he. That said, the people were polite, welcoming, and the service was superb, especially after Cindy flashed our VIP membership cards to the hostess.Cindy explained, “The first floor is for meet and greet. If we find a couple or group we want to socialize further with we head upstairs. There’s a co-ed locker room up there where we lose our clothes before going on to what are euphemistically called ‘more comfortable surroundings.’”We each got a drink at the bar and took the last unoccupied table. He knows my moods and habits well enough to bring this strategically sensible offering.“Ma’am,” he says diffidently. “Sorry to wake you, but the general wants to see you immediately.”I grunt, splashing my face with cold water from the basin, and turn back to catch him in the act of watching me. Mansom looks quickly away, but his guilty start gives away that he was staring at my body, again. Okay, I’m only wearing standard issue female underwear – flimsy white cotton panties and a tight vest,. Different, but very enjoyable in its own right."I wonder how {Lara}is making out down the hall?" {Doug}thought as he washed himself off and drifted off to sleep. A small part of him hoping that he'd wake up to find this all a dream.Down the short corridor separating the bedrooms, {Lara}had pretty much come to the same conclusions {Doug}had. Hopefully, this would all be over in a few days, but until then, make the most of it.The mirror in Lara's room was even larger than the one in {Doug's}bath,.