So I went back to my conversation. we watched the gig which was really good. After the gig we congratulated the members of the band and they persuaded...us not to head back home yet and join them in a bar across the road. The bar was small but good with music, alcohol and good chat. After 20 minutes the group including my blonde friend walked in and within minutes the looks started up again. In the this less crowded bar I could see her leather skirt to above her knees and long black boots all. I was wearing a strapless minidress, where the midsection was red and felt like a satin material. The front was ruched to give it that bunchy look that was so in style right now. The cups of the dress as well as the bottom few inches were black and felt more like spandex, sticking to my breasts and my thighs. There was a sweetheart neckline that pushed my breasts together and showed off a considerable amount of cleavage while the bottom of the dress ran down to my mid thigh. I leaned forward. ”“You taste delicious.”“Yesterday, you didn’t think so.”“You were angry, tasted pissy.”“Now, I’m not angry or pissy.”“Because I’m loving towards you?.”“Because I found a man worth loving!”Himalaya and I had a day of reckoning. Sorting through the baggage and trash, we figuratively burned the malignant and polished the precious salvage. Building on this success, we designed an optimistic nontoxic relationship based on todays needs and not inhibiting tomorrows. Yesterday’s injury to Himalaya,. I have all these covered up in case any of you ladies think thrice ofpushing me towards the wall.?. The 5 heroines started grabbing the pictures and they areshocked. It is blatantly obvious that this was some sort of blackmail or elsethey would have been reported ages ago and instead of Ms Lodge, it would be TheCanadian Lesbian Police, who would then transfer them to the jurisdiction ofthe United States of Lesbian American Police. ?You four, put on your costumes andmeet me in that classroom.