I pull out my black floral print satin panties and matching bra and put them on my now naked body. I insert my silicone breast forms and slip on my bl...ck sheer pantyhose and black heels and slip my short black one piece dress over my head. The hem just falling a few inches below my ass. I fluff my long brown hair, apply minimal make up and head downtown. I pull into the shopping center that also held a drive in movie theater, I pay my admission and head to the area where they show adult movies. That was how Paul found her. Alone in the street, soaked through by incessant rain that had steadily drizzled all day and hardly able to stand from enforced DT's. He was pretty much the worse for wear him self; the party he had left a little earlier was taking its toll, or at least the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He weaved an erratic path through Bermondsey, blindly staggering his way to his converted warehouse beside the river.It was not how Abigail liked to remember it in later times;. Am I pretty?”What a thing to ask! Damn right she was. He had spent most of the day pounding into her. He had been with her more than any other girl in the room. Her short dark hair, curled around a thin face, with a tiny button nose. Her eyes were small and far apart and small ... blotchy skin and two small mismatched breasts... She could see his realization in on his face. He tried to rescue the situation. “You are—your.” He had bungled it. Her face showed sadness but not anger or even. The best sex I’d ever had, ruined. And it was my fault. Jack was interested. If I’d waited a few months I was sure this wouldn’t have happened, but I decided that he was going to be my rebound. I was selfish. Jack got up, dressed himself and slammed the door on his way out, and who could blame him. I certainly couldn’t. I couldn’t sleep that night. The whole of the days events raced around my head and although I had left the office earlier on vacation I didn’t know now if I would have a job.