He moved his hand down the back of my pants, and into my ass. He rubbed my tight virgin ass for a few minutes before I felt him start to penetrate a l...ttle, It was amazing. This continued, and eventually the flight landed. I was so upset, I didn’t want him to leave, didn’t want the flight to end. He slipped a piece of paper in my pocket with the address of the hotel he’s staying at, complete with room number. Under that, it said: “Dress sexy, come to the door in your girl clothes” A few hours. . wesplashed each other and laughed. After some time of this, I sunnedmyself being a woman was wonderful. I wondered why I ever hated it...then I rose and reality shifted again...We were in a dance hall... dressed for dancing. Again it all seemed sonice so wild. I find I can dance magnificently... the Oriental girlcomes over... she tells me how she loves being a girl. And how much funit is. I tell her the same. A man comes over and asks me. I feel sohigh I agree and begin dancing with him. I. They both had settled down since their argument. Keith insisted he stay and work the job saying the separation would be good for them for a few weeks. Michelle finally gave in and agreed to his wish to stay in Florida. Those weeks turned into months as Keith continued working on a new projects that came up. It soon got to the point that he worked almost 7 days a week. He and Michelle would speak by phone every single day. He’d send money into their accounts to pay the mortgage and other. And I’d spotted a silhouette of a guy in a cowboy hat. Three different times. Three different locations in the city, although he was two or three car lengths behind me each time.This evening I was driving home from the stockyards, it was around 9:30. Well, 9:37. I’m not certain I like the anal precision of the digital world we live in.Naturally I jumped to the conclusion, zero evidence, that it was Melvin ‘Dixie’ Wexler. His rodeo background for one thing. A tingle for another. Even if it were.