And it bugged me to be reminded of it. But back to Amy and the asshole. I tried to avoid Amy’s daily pilgrimages to kneel at the feet of her master... And for a while, I was pretty successful at it. Like I said, I was gone a lot and when I was home, my girlfriend, Kendra (she of the big tits and bigger feet) wanted her own measure of idolatry. Since she liked the services to be held in her bed, I had no problems attending. But we had nothing else in common, and eventually we both grew bored of. She was driving a different car than she had when she was a guy, but I'drecognize that face anywhere. Just seeing it reminded me of the imagesI'd created with the umbrella.But I couldn't freak out in front of the guys. I'd just wait until weparked, and then make up some excuse to run back to the dealership. Itwas just across one intersection.Famous last words. Right as the engine shut off, the sky opened up andbuckets of rain began falling on the car. Ken put on a dumb grin andsaid. " Ah, yes, the little Asian whore. What possible interest could you have in her?" I believe that's my business," answered Vickie in as confident a manner as possible."Well, it doesn't matter. If you want the girl, you fight Layla in two weeks. If you win you can buy the whore, if you lose you both entertain my customers... all my customers!" Why do you do this?" asked Vickie disgustedly."It's merely business. Since the word has spread about what price the losers of my bouts pay, the matches. Marilyn had learned, in a very short space of time, that if she walkedupright and straight legged, and concentrated on keeping her feetstretched and arched, and her weight on her toes, then she could movequite comfortably in her boots. In fact, she had soon acquired a verygraceful, superior stride. She found that the trick was to make surethat she walked such that the tip of her stiletto toe touched theground at the same time as her heel, if not a little before. This wayshe managed to walk out.