Do you remember the dress I wore on my first date with Mark?" Do I ever! It was gorgeous!" On the Saturday after next, you and I are going back to tha... boutique and we're getting one at least as good for you."Carol had to catch her breath before she could respond. She gasped, "I've never, EVER had anything like that before." And that's not all."Carol was almost too afraid to ask, "It's not?" No. We're going to save those dresses until Mark gets his cast taken off. Then we're dressing in them. I looked up at the asshole that hit me."Fucking hell, Gregg? The fuck was that for?" The words came out of my mouth for me. I didn't even know where I was, let alone who decked me."You fucking passed out, bitch. Get yer shit and go fucking clean up. You're on stage."I was her again. I was the whore and I'd picked up where I'd left off, post-climax with the doorman's cum running out of my cunt. Only there was a problem. I'd never gone back to being [i]me[/i]. I wasn't supposed to be a fledgling. Either way the door opened. I stepped in and turned as I was closing the door. When I turned to face the toilet, I saw her. She was sitting there on the toilet with her outfit around her ankles. I said shit, sorry. She said that is ok. I am almost done. I didn’t know what to say or do. She just kept peeing. I think she knew I was embarrassed and nervous.I just kept staring as she reached over for some toilet paper and wiped herself. My dick was growing hard and I think she could tell. She. ” He turned to us, and said, “This guy was my best friend in college. We used to have so much fun. The beautiful lady in your seat is his gorgeous and brilliant wife, Millicent. Millie, I’ve always regretted not seeing you first. By the time I even noticed you that big lunk-head already had his heart set on marriage.“Jim and Millie Bell, please meet associates of mine. This lovely young woman is Abby Hancock. She is an amazing script fixer. We hand her needy scripts and she brings us back.