As soon as he got the bar off the rack he knew he was introuble as the weight of the artificial gravity slowly drove the bardown to his chest. He put ...verything he had into pushing the bar back upbut the gravity system continued to pull it down. Panic began to riselike a tide and Brianne erupted in a helpless cry a fraction of a secondbefore the bar was suddenly yanked free of her grasp and put back on thehooks."Want to try less this time?" Matty desperately tried to hide theamusement in his. To drag her into one of his old haunts was so very much his style.She turned back to the bar. The bartender kept smiling at her with that "so whatcha doing later" smile. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail despite the fact the man had began to lose his hair way too early in life. His shirt hung open showing a golden cross peaking out of the deep growth of chest hair. The cross made her smile. She wondered why men like him wear them. She was willing to bet that he hasn't been to church in. I couldn't fight the urge to get all prettied up and worst of all;I'm enjoying the hell out of being dressed this way.When mom and I were dressing, I was thrilled to put on a pair of sexylooking panties. As a matter of fact, I chose the prettiest panties I had,telling mom that I wanted to feel all girly. She thought I was serious andquickly ran to get me a garter belt and a pair of nylons; you can'timagine how girly they make me feel!Every time my legs rub together it feels so damned good that. It was just cool outside of it. Yes I was tempted to stay in bed. If I had been with someone, I might have. Even though my bed was only a few inches wider than my prison bunk, it was a damn sight more comfortable. The bed had two sets of springs. One was in the box spring part of the bed. The mattress also had an inner spring. Both parts of the set were extra firm, and that was really comfortable on my broken down body.I finally found the courage to get up and go to the bathroom. It wasn’t cold.