I watched as Anne stripped of her robe, tossed the towel on a chair and dove into the pool. I only got a glimpse of her but was not disappointed. Sh... looked exactly like I had imagined. She had obviously been hitting the tanning beds. Her stomach was flat and toned. Her swimming suit was a jet-black two piece with Brazilian cut legs. The back was not quit a thong but it really didn’t cover much at all. As she swam a couple of laps, I grabbed a beer and relaxed by laying my head back and. "Thank you, sir," Eve -- well, just at this instant, Denis -- replied with a smile, and a voice that was a little lower than those at the reunion remembered from three weeks before, a little more like they remembered from Denis. "It sort of looks like I've wandered into wonderland tonight. Emily, I called you 'sir' just now because one of the first rules of etiquette I learned when I got on the road to becoming a woman was you always address people in the gender they're presenting." Thank you,. Giving Frank the bar, however, might solve the problem of his following her the next time she blew away. That had worked with Joseph and the gun store; it might work with Frank. He'd be too busy keeping her investment alive and out of the red, moneywise, to hunt her down, again.But she knew she was going to miss that bar and all that wonderful, brutal fucking she got every week. For the past few years, ever since she was inspired to create a real, live Fuck Club, that was the only way she could. They rose to their feet slowly, taking the kimono over her shoulders, leaving her naked at Lauren’s head. Karl and Suzy took their places either side of her, disrobing as well so that all three of their firm, aroused young bodies were at Lauren’s head. She looked around wildly, pleading for her life, desperate to find a friend amongst the congregation. She now realised that Nikki had been correct in identifying Simone as the girl Jane in the film she had found in the hotel, correct in her.