One of the girls gave me a little wave and a smile as we continued on. Fuck me. "Here we are," she announced as we turned into a huge boutique full of...lingerie.I stood at the door, stunned and awestruck, and took in the sight in front of me. Dozens of women, a million sexy underwear items, Mom... and me. She took me by the hand and starting browsing, holding my hand, touching my ass, brushing her hand against my crotch. I struggled to hide the giant tent in my pants."May we help you?"I turned. Soon we're in her room."Ok, it's time to be a girl again," I tell her."Are you going to wear the nightie tonight too?" she asks."No," I tell her and pause.I just want to end this right here. I'm not fighting with her and I'mdefinitely not going to go along to appease her."Mommy said that I'm not allowed," I say. "She says that it's yournightie and only you get to wear it." But I hate it," she spits at me. "Don't make me wear it."I empathize, little girl. Oh how I empathize!"Ok, let's start by. There was a mix up with our reservations. There is some sort of Shriner's convention in town and they were short rooms so Gary Williams and I are sharing a room. I'll check in with you tomorrow. Love you sweetie, bye."I sat down the block until ten-fifteen and when she hadn't come out of the house by then I headed for my motel. I called her at noon the next day and reminded her that Wednesday was trash day and not to forget to put the garage cans out on the curb."I'm having dinner with the. Add to the fact that jet lag kills and I was asleep by nine every night, we didn’t have a lot of time to talk each day. The first thing I wanted to do when I landed back home though was jump into his arms for a hug and he was there, ready and waiting. After nearly two weeks on the road with limited contact and returning home to find no feelings had changed between us, I was really feeling confident about our relationship.From there, we both worked on wrapping up our classes on a high note, but.