What if I was read? I pleaded with Donna, "Please take me somewhere else. I can't go there we'll bump into someone we know." Donna was not going to gi...e in though and I was nervous as we pulled into the parking lot. Donna had the car valet parked and I felt the attendant's eyes first trying to look up my dress and then trying to look down my dress as he opened the car door for me to get out. Relieved to be away from him, I got the same treatment from the maitre'd as we walked into the ritzy. But his fantasy hadn't come true. Hedidn't have a pussy.He cursed himself for his over-active imagination. Why on earth did heget so carried away that he thought Paula and Josie used to be boys? Andthat the same magic could turn him into a girl. What a ridiculousthought!Worse, Paula and Josie probably thought he was really weird. Of coursethey would know what a "pussy" is, so they would think he was reallystrange asking for a pussy. Not so much for wishing it, but for beingnaive enough to. I'll say I was writing about the access minors have to things they shouldn't. I'll say I was being sort of an undercover reporter... This idea thrilled her, and the next thing Amy knew her legs were moving. She was finally crossing the street. Her heart-rate increased as she got closer to the door. Her mouth went dry. There was no turning back though-she was too close. Another few steps and she'd be inside.And then she was. The door pushed open with the clang of a bell, and just like that she. ..“Pizza man,” Jeremy yelled while knocking on the door of his next stop. A cute little blonde answered the door and led him into the living room as she fished the money out of her purse. She handed him a twenty and asked in a hushed voice, “I heard that you offer, uh, special services, and I was wondering, well, if you could maybe do something for me.” “And what would that be ma’am,” he replied, “you’ll have to be more specific...” “Well uh, I don’t know exactly where to start,” he said.