Just as many of you have had, I'd imagine.Sure, the dialogue might be a little too pat, or perfect, or whatever. But, I AM working from memory. None o... us here would be able to remember things "note for note" as they say in music, but trust me, it's close, it's damn close.So, why would I stop things where I did and have a talk with Adrian (not her real name)? Because, it happened that way!I've taken great pains to try and explain the shit she had lived through for 18 years, only slightly. He wanted us to get acquainted as three lovers before we do the other scenes. Ann, whom was to play Celia, was a raven hair beauty, with full breasts, thin waste and the most dazzling white smile. She was 5’ 3” to my five eleven, my short flaming red hair and sexy long legs contrasted well with her physique. It was easy for me to play a horny woman dressed as a man. Since my red pubic hair first appeared I hated it and had it permanently removed. I liked the smoothness of my clean pussy mound. " Helen offered to read my mind out aloud.That would have been even worse. I could tell the story as something which happened in the past, use a conciliatory tone of voice, imply that it didn't matter anymore. I was convinced that Helen's version would be much more confrontational. And I didn't want any confrontation with Cathy.I could tell from Cathy's face that she knew exactly what I was thinking of. Should I come out with it?My deliberations were interrupted by the doorbell. The three. " Tiffany reached over to the telephone, and punched in Dee Dee's extension. "Hi, Dee Dee, it's Tiffany. Yes, Jordan's ready for the next round. Please come over to my quarters, and we'll prepare Jordan to get her ready for Clyda."Dee Dee arrived a few moments later at Tiffany's chambers with her medical case, and greeted both of the girls. "Hi Jordan. I understand you came through intact after a day with Ebony?" asked Dee Dee, after she settled in one of the chairs in the room. "Just.