So Will let himself drift, the most tenuous of thoughts flowing him through Dream toward the Carlisle house... Connie Carlisle is here. She is thinkin... of the ring. She's always thinking of it. She feels guilty.He lingers; no need to nudge, she's already heading that way.Memory, made bolder and darker with meaning. The letter in her hand. The ring still on her finger. The SUV rolling down the road, slow but still too fast. Will finds himself in the back seat. See, this isn't so hard. An address. Susan came in and put my drink down. I got off the bed and took my casefrom her and put it by the small chair. I just stood with one arm roundher shaking waist casually fondling her breasts as her young husband lookedat me impotently with hate in his eyes. I slapped Susan lightly on thebottom. "Go and lie down on the bed like you were before with your kneesspread". She glanced at her husband and lay down beside him pulling herheels up to her arse and spreading her thighs. Her blonde cunt. We arranged to meet the following day at a nearby hotel. I arrived there and checked into the room. Once inside I showered and put on a black lace bra (one of Anne’s that she wore on her dates), a black bodysuit, sheer black stockings, and high heels. I brushed my hair back and applied light makeup. I stood in front of the full length mirror and was surprised at how feminine I looked and, more importantly, how feminine I felt. I sat down to wait for my lover.Larry showed up right on time and. He handed me the mask, and it covered my forehead and eyes. Using a black marker, he added a mole to my chin, just to avoid any identification. He knocked at the door, and after the greetings he left me with my father for the night. He was wearing just a towel. He put his arms around my waist, finding his way to my bare hips, gently pressing it, and said, “You are in good shape lady, the mask really makes it kinkier. Let’s have a drink. I was wondering that this is the same person who has.