What the hell was I doing in Charlotte? Why wasn’t I back home in Portland, huddled up in bed with Dawn for the second time? Or the third time? Or t...e fourth time? Every night I would call Dawn from my hotel room and tell her what I had accomplished that day. Or, if I hadn’t accomplished anything, I would babble about the weather. ‘It’s sunny and hot here. Brutally hot. The engineers think they found the problem, so maybe I can get started tomorrow.’ ‘It’s hot here, too,’ Dawn said. ‘I’ll. He would make a final decision after a closer inspection, a much closer inspection. They chatted about the work week daily schedule: exercise, arts and skills training, current events and policies for the Q & A, performance practice in the evening. Fiona seemed well cultured and well briefed on the training program. At 1AM, Victor arose from his own bed to administer Fiona’s preview of his methods. He worked his cock to hardness and strode across the hall to Fiona’s suite. He entered the dim. “Here you are,” said the attendant, handing Dan his original white bra, which had been hanging by a shoulder strap on the Returns rail of all places. He grabbed it and disappeared back into the fitting room.“Well that was embarrassing,” he mumbled to Lucy as they paid for Dan’s new lingerie. Lucy had persuaded him to buy a few more items: another bra, a few pairs of knickers, some tights, a pair of hold-ups.“Oh don’t worry about it. It’s all part of being a woman. There’s far worse to come,. She knows a lot about me including my gay tendencies which have emerged in recent years. Some time back, she took me along to help with a massage. She finally arranged another one.Rob, who is 65 and in a loveless marriage, sees Helen for occasional relaxation and release. When he told her that he fantasizes about being with another man, she immediately thought of me. We met at her place at 10:00 AM. After introductions, the 3 of us went into the guest bedroom while Helen’s 90 year-old mother.