He didn't have ID, told them he was going to go get it and never came back."He nodded acknowledgment, and pursed his lips. A nasty thought occurred to...me."You know, they're going to put her in ICU after she's recovered from surgery," I pointed out. "A guy who can say he's me can just as easily dress up and say he's a doctor, and get in to see her. And then—" Good point," he said. He pulled out a cell phone."I don't think you're supposed to use those things here," I warned."Really?" he murmured,. That’s where the trouble started. I paid for our dinner and we went through the door into the club. It was crowded but we were able to find a small table after a short wait. I should admit here that I’m rhythmically challenged. I hate dancing and I hate music so loud I can’t talk to my companions. Sharon knows how I feel about it but I can’t really complain. After all, it’s the first time in two years she has asked to go dancing. The problem is that I’m a terrible dancer. It’s embarrassing. I. Because you switched with her! Hers went through first, thenyours." Emily let her breath out, even more confused now than ever."Great," she said, "caught as my mistress instead of my girlfriend."//Mistress?!// Emily thought, sitting up quickly. //Who the fuck waswhose mistress now?// Her mind was spinning and she started taking deepbreaths to stay in control. She heard Julia, or Julia's body, talk abit more. She slowly stood up and looked in a mirror. Her face, not herboyfriend's, still looked. It was never as good sitting on the floor of her closet. What was best for the task, in her opinion, was certainly a great spacious wardrobe. Lucy had wanted one of her own forever, she would often ask for it as a present. Lucy lived alone, so on the surface there was no reason for her to masturbate secluded. The truth was, that was the way she used to do it. Those were surely the best memories she had of doing it. They were truly great memories, before everything went wrong. The cold January.