She slid back up and was grinding away on him; he had his hands on her sides now and was halfway holding her breasts.The song ended and her partner we...t to his buddies with high fives all around and she walked toward the bar. She stood next to me and ordered a drink. She said, "Your late and the score is one to nothing babe. You better get busy."She got her drink and went to the table with her dance partner and his buddies. I watched her ass, which had an exaggerated swagger to it all the way. That might have impressed her, that I wasn't in a hurry to get intimate with her, but in typical Rita fashion, she never let on. It was one of many things which made me fall in love with her. I used to joke with her about that old Beatles tune, Lovely Rita. I would sing her the last verse. She would give me a wink and make me think of her. It all started with blurred vision, dizziness and near constant headaches. Through all of the testing she never lost her positive attitude, even when the. Shepoured me another glass of merlot and as I drank it she said startedpulling clothing out of the cupboard. Women's' clothing."I can't wait to have you," She was saying as she selected items for meto wear. "This is long-time fantasy of mine but you'll love it, I promiseyou."I was beginning to feel light headed and totally out of it as she dressedme. I didn't even think to object when she pulled out her Iphone andstarted taking photographs. First she rolled an opaque holdup stocking upeach leg.. .. Wait!I'm Wayne Thomlinson! Then who's Wilma. No, that's what happened to me.I've got to get out of here. But it feels... so good. I like being astupid slut. I gotta stop thinking so much. No. I gotta get out ofhere. I have to keep my hands away from myself or I'll become thatstupid slut again. And I don't know if I can pull myself out again.There's gotta be someone to help me. I'll just keep from touchingmyself till then.Now, where is the exit? He didn't put it in my mind. Can't dig too.