I was standing in the doorway to the ladies dressing room, my mouth hanging open and my eyes fixed on the mirror in front of me. I wasn't amazed at my...own reflection, it was the woman who shared it with me, Lola. She sat in a chair, legs crossed at the knee, wearing nothing but white satin underwear and that wicked smile. "If you take a picture it'll last longer," she said, with a giggle. "If I took a picture I'd make a fortune!" I said. "You look incredible!" She giggled again. "Stop it!". It was not until the trip home that she realised the gift card had a hand written note on it.But what had happen, he knew that Princess was travelling to and staying with her mother for the Christmas. No emails for a few days, a few days turned into a week and more. What had he done, was that the end. He was a little worried; concerned that something untoward had happened to her, they had only met twice a little bond was forming, was this a bit silly, he was married, lived in another country. Smile at them. Lift your skirt up to your waist and remove your panties. Hand them to one of the men and then follow me outside."I stared at Josh in shock. I could never ... I would never do something like that! I looked into his eyes, looking for some sign that he's just fucking with me. He has to be joking!He's deadly serious. He stood up, pushed his chair under the table and in a quiet but stern tone he growled, "Now, bitch."He casually walked across the restaurant and stood waiting for me. "I would tell them I had the ability to read their minds. They would think of things such as numbers, stories or things that have happened to them and I would repeat it back to them. In high school a lot of jealous students tried to discredit me and would say that what I repeated was not what they were thinking. I knew they were trying to make me look bad.I came up with an solution and picked an assistant from the audience and they would walk over with a tablet and pen and have the people write.