I forgot all about Mary Kay and her beautiful tanned, and probably pierced belly in the crush of work... that is, I did until... "Alex!! Line 1!! Been...waiting for you!" Ok, ok... !!" Another end of the day call that no one can deal with but me. I cursed the stupid phone. Can't anyone answer questions but me? At least I was finally getting out from under some of this work... "Hello, ExtremeSport Physical Therapy; Alex speaking." Hi, Alex, it's Mary Kay." Hello Mary Kay; thank God it's you. I was. "Such a little lady! And you are so good in my high heels! You musthave had lots of practice, isn't that right sissy boy!?" She said as I continued. "Yes, keep walking, short steps, wiggle those hips. Yes. Nowkeep your legs closer together, rub your thighs and calves togetherwith each step." I crossed the living room, turned around then startedonce again. I leaned back with my chest out, my little mound and hipsout and continued. The skirt rustled as it moved and swayed around me.Then I felt my. ’ I called back. ‘Come in, Marty.’ He poked his head through the open door. ‘Sorry, I . . . never mind. Go back to sleep.’ He started to close the door again. ‘Don’t be silly. Please, come in.’ I sat up in bed and started to get up. He started to protest, but pushed the door open wider. ‘No. You need your rest. I’m alright.’ There was enough light coming from my bedroom window to see that he was in his t-shirt and boxers. ‘I . . .oh, Lily. My life is such a mess.’ He covered his eyes with one. . Gretchen raised her head and nodded. "I don't quit. You're right, this isn't a disaster. I mean, it's not like one of us is pregnant or anything." Right," I laughed. "That would be a little much, all things..." A vision of that split condom on the bed in Vegas flashed through my mind. A moment's consideration and I dismissed the odds.My hesitation was short, but not short enough. Gretchen's eyes widened. "You don't think..."I cut her off with a wave of my hand. "No," I said firmly. "I don't.