Indeed this was the only aspect of her life she enjoyed. She stopped bothering about how she looked and instead of being the pretty girl she was becam... a frump. Her parents did not seem to notice.It was the same at university. She kept herself to herself and her looks attracted no young men. Fortunately, her tutors realised what a gifted girl she was and gave her all the encouragement they could. It was in the second year of her Masters that Gill Ogilvie, a matronly woman in her fifties, took. "Judge Slaughter, be honest with me. Can we fight them in court and win?" I asked him."You might but it will take years and lots of money. All the big country clubs that were male exclusive have given up the fight" he replied."That's what I'm saying. How long are you going to be on the Governors Task Force when the media confronts him at the next news conference? How long will I have a job at a liberal college when they get asked the same question? Is Frost Borough going to touch us with a ten. Two!Pride rushed through me. Trust Callie, the hardheaded, opinionated, stubborn girl that she was, to lie convincingly! Maybe there was hope. I had three.An email icon flashed, drawing my attention to the monitor. I clicked on the email and opened the attachment.Everything changed. Everything!Sounds around me faded to be replaced by roaring in my ears. Hot rage, like acidic lava, boiled up inside me, choking me.Callie, hands bound behind her back, looked stricken, her pale blue eyes awash in. I went to the dance floor. The music was good, there were about three couples and two or three single women dancing. There was a relaxed fun atmosphere and for a few minutes I just enjoyed the pleasure of feeling the music, and above all feeling the strange sensation of dancing with a kilt on, my cock enjoying the freedom of swinging around covered only by a thin cloth. A new music came on, salsa, and I took advantage of the opportunity to put my arm around the waist of a woman near me. She was.