I didn't care, at that point, because I wanted him so badly I would've bent myself over the Goodyear blimp to have him inside of me, but I guessed cor...ectly. Rod wanted me again, in my house, the day after we bought our own private prepaid phones and began talking to each other (I rationalized to Kathy that it was a work phone).Rod's voice was just amazing. So deep and masculine. In the pre-Skype, pre-vid cam days (or right at the time when it was starting and we still IM'd and talked by. .. Vicky...I'm not sure if I look the look in your eyes. What are you thinking?Spill it." Well, there are several things we can do. We could stop the band, andstart a new one under a different name. But since we all have ratherunique qualities, people might start to suspect we're one and the same.Never mind about the public. They will want to know what happened totheir 'new discovery'. The same will happen if we decide to just quit.We can't tell them you are a boy as we've just seen. But we. "Discretion being a virtue Mike tried to change the subject, "Let's have dinner."Dinner was lively but tame compared to the prior week and he was feeling relaxed as they retired to the living room. Mike poured the ladies some port. He looked at Leah as he poured for Susie but Leah actually didn't seem to mind. Susie was again feeling no pain when she said, "How come men are so concerned with big dicks? How big are you?"Mike blushed and Leah laughed. "You started this last time. It's your turn. ...The Q turned out to be a club, in the middle of the downtown sector. Shedoubted a drink would calm her nerves, especially in such a dangerouspart of town, but the male memories seemed to reflect that this was theplace. Pushing open the old wooden doors, she was suddenly assaulted theoverpowering aroma of sweat and cigar smoke. An old speaker system wasblasting some crackled old synth tune, adding to this place's "rusticappeal." The place was a wreck; tables scattered about, the bar old.