If those events are still too painful to relive, please read no further.DRESSED FOR DISASTER(c) 2002 by Nom de PlumeAfter a last look at himself in th... full-length mirror on the closet door, Pat put his magnetic key in his purse and left his hotel room.He had done this enough times to be almost calm as he waited for the elevator. When the door opened, he was relieved to be greeted by an empty lift. It always took him a few minutes to gain the required confidence to melt into his alter ego, and. Quickly I looked around, frantic for another place to escape to, but the only light was what little seeped through the cracks in the dilapidated roof. It was even too dark to see Jason emerge and step into the hay, but I heard his rapid breathing and knew he wasn't far away.A drunken laugh frightened me to the quick. "Let's get some light in here and see where Shelly's hiding!"Almost immediately a trap door in the roof crashed back and the moonlight filled the loft. Jason's shirt was already. That was stupid. You never had to ask a man if it was all right to touch his cock but in this case it just seemed appropriate. Things were not going normally. She didn’t ask permission, she just took it in her hands and marveled at its feel. It grew in her hands as she stroked it. It was fearsome and marvelous at the same time. She was ready. He laid her back on the bed and started to touch her body all over with his fingertips. She didn’t need this. She didn’t want this. It was time to start. ”“What? That can’t be right; not even for Ibiza.”“It is; do you want me to prove it?”“Yeah; I want to believe you but. ….”“Come on; you can bring the bottle.”I led Ben to the alleyway to Groper’s Bar then told him to look up.“What am I looking for Georgia?”“That little sign.”“Oh yes; this should be interesting.”We went in and I told Ben to stand a little away from me while I got us some drinks. I sat on a bar stool and ordered a couple of bottles of beer. The inevitable happened and when I went.