He was still doing all the things I loved to my neck that made me feel so sweet. He kept whispering in my ear how much he loved the scent of my booty ...rom our encounter earlier that night. He asked me to lay face down upon the bed and he flipped up my skirt and just sat there next to me admiring my sweet sissy ass. I loved it. I absolutely loved being checked out and I lay there anticipating what was to come. I could feel his weight shifting and just lay there like a good sissy should. Suddenly. Lucy and I stood at the open trunk behind my own vehicle which I'd backed into a spot right up against the chain link fence running behind the cement concession building. We were hidden enough. Most people likely thought we were stowing blankets or her equipment bag into the car's storage before leaving.I'd watched her cheer all night. Her bare arms and legs. Other girls' hands on her, lifting her up. Her flexible body jumping and spreading her thighs reminding me where my cock belonged."Take. " When and where are these gigs?" I asked."The first one's a couple of weeks from now," said Crystal. "It's in a city in South Carolina. Rock Hill, I think it's called." South Carolina," sniffed Jacquie. "Hicks and hillbillies. It doesn't sound like the fucking Promised Land." I vote we cancel the gig there before they cancel us," said Jane. "Those good ol' boys can lynch someone else. We can fly home to London and civilisation."Nobody took Jane up on her suggestion. Crystal was too upset for. On the TV, I came to adore action cartoons and movies, especially their explosions, watching the heroes jump away from bombs and burning buildings.I would secretly wish, though, the heroes would instead dive into the explosions so I could see the fire singe and scorch them, and I would pause, rewind, and rewatch blasts and detonations over and over and over again.The news too, I came to love, after I passed by the televisions in father’s office, and one of the televisions was tuned to the news.