Well, her loss...Despite the state's inside smoking law, the bar smelled like an ashtray. I sat at a table, sipped my beer, and played about on my pho...e while I waited for my food.It hadn't been busy when I came in, but it had suddenly gotten even quieter. I looked around and spied a bunch of people scrambling out the back. Then someone stepped up to my table.I turned and looked up...waaaay up.He wasn't wearing his sunglasses this time, but the bald head and bushy red moustache was. Or just a very loose t-shirt. I have a sleeveless one with huge armholes so people can see my booblets. (You know I am tiny up top ... 32A!)Anyway, Mum tells me that Justyna had called and wanted to meet Mum and do a recce. She would be bringing Zoe and her camerawoman, who I haven't met yet. I am standing at the worktop pouring coffee, Mum is gently stroking my bottom, and I couldn't be happier!I think making a sex film in our home is a beautiful idea, coz it's basically what happens here. The transformation continued with each item. An undershirt became a matching bra. Two socks stuck together and changed into panty hose. The shirt and slacks were transformed into a miniskirt and semi-transparent silk blouse. The tie became a silk scarf, and the suit jacket turned into a sleeveless fake fur halter top. Candy put the clothes on without difficulty, as if she had always worn such things, and without regard for anything else happening in the room. She stepped into Whitley's. Although the country of Ireland is beautiful the people were shite, or at least those that I came across were. Being spat at, sworn at, having used sanitary towels, shit filled nappies, and the contents of piss pots thrown at you doesn't endear you to those who do it. The filthy language, from children, young girls and women, had to be heard to be believed. What really got up my nose was that the majority of the local population, who were Republican supporters of the IRA, were living on welfare.