"Rocky eh?" I asked"Yeah. Well it's what people call me. I'm a boxer, and I'm short so... you know." Gotcha." I replied. I could tell he was waiting f...r me to tell them my name, but I wasn't sure I wanted them to know it. "How about you just call me... Mr. X" I offered."Okay Mr. X. Not to like rush through anything or whatever but... I'm too damn curious. Show me what you got." Rocky demanded."Not here." I said, looking around the room at the windows and front door. "Come up stairs."I went up. When all the preparations were finished off I went.I arrived at the club and went inside. Once inside I could sense people were looking at me and I am sure they were thinking "New Meat" having never seen me before. I took a stool at the bar and ordered myself a drink. There were a lot of people around, some talking, some dancing the atmosphere was quite festive. After about 10 minutes a Butch Dyke, dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans and boots came over and asked if the seat next to me was. "His warm deep voice touching me somewhere in my psyche, and my softhigh femme voice that I've been practicing, coming up to greet him. Hereached out with his large hand, and placed it lovingly on my cheek,enveloping the side of my face with his palm. I closed my eyes, andtook a short breath in, I tried not to shake as I pushed my cheek intohis warm palm."You look very, very pretty, Trisha. I can see how hard you worked toplease me tonight." Thank you, Daddy." And then he did it. He pulled his. " I said, standing up, "My car's in the lot. We can drive over there and..." There's no need for that," he said. He stood up and placed his hand on my shoulder. Did you ever have a chill run through your body for no reason whatsoever? My grandmother used to say it was when someone walked on the ground where your grave would be. I shuddered, blinked and we were in his ship.I've always had a touch of vertigo and it frightens me to get near the edge of a balcony or a bridge railing; I looked.