"I bet they have one in your size. You should ask. You'dbe the cutest sissy in the room." Ha, ha," I said. But inside me, something clicked. Maybe a n...dge ofsomething long dormant?I wondered what the future of the bar was. Would real people who wereinto dominance and submission show up here, or would it be just for thecurious? Hey, real mistresses need a place to go to blow off steam, too.I looked around. Very inventive. There were shackles on the wall. Therewere three restrooms: Men, women,. And so the other Target Girls would notice, which they did. I enthusiastically praised, "I've been thinking about throwing a weeklong party in Hawaii. I'd DEFINITELY invite you to that."The Target Girls were so easy to encourage it was almost embarrassing. As we had been doing all during the Target Game, My Girls were pretending to have sex with my teammates - with Alexis going above and beyond, repeatedly - and were still doing so this party, especially early on to set the desired atmosphere.. Naturally, that prospect got them all quite excited, especially the Bishops, which coupled with their closest friends, made for a relatively big group.After a trip of close to two hours and a half from Duskville, the first car, a metallic red sedan, parked in front of Bishop Cabin, located in the southern side of Lunar Lake, near the entrance of the Rockfield State Park. There was a garage, but they were likely to host three cars over that weekend, so the driver felt it was better to wait and. Me and the lads were out celebrating bobby getting engaged. The night had started with 6 of us but as the night progressed we were now down to 2 others and me. Bobby was one of the first to clear off. Anyway it was about 3 am and I was having a ball. Dancing, drinking and having a right laugh. Steve came over to the dance floor and handed me a beer. As I went to grab it this dick head knocked it flying.Accidents happen and I had been having a great night so I let it go and told the guy not to.