I once dared her to flash a bunch of college guys as we were near the beaches one day and she not only flashed them, she mooned them. She was always w...aring tight little skirts or tight as hell blue jeans, just to see the reaction she might get at truck stops.Our Lush author continued to post, and Donna and I became more and more intrigued. We started following all of the postings. “We should meet him one day,” I blurted out after she read a recent story posted online by our Lush friend. "These. Someone good and kind. But also," she blushed, "someone mean and... nasty." She laughed nervously and looked into my eyes. "She feels safe with you, Sir. She trusts you. And... And... she really doesn't know why... she hardly knows you, Sir. And yet... she feels closer and more secure with you than she has ever felt in her life." I hugged her warmly, enjoying the moment. "Is that what you need most, Dominique? To feel secure?" "Yes... Yes, Sir. I think so. But a little more than that... to feel. You'll do. Leave it on all day today, see how you like it. As a favor to me." Then she'd picked up her overnight bag, her cosmetic kit, and her purse, and the door closed behind her while he was still staring astonished at his own reflection, no longer him, wondering what all that was about. One more odd thing about her, he thought. But in a way that was why he loved her, these unpredicatble impulses of hers. Because she'd asked him to, he left his face made up all day. At first each. Are you going to blow his friend?” Friend: “Yes, big time. It’s too bad about your guy. He was a hottie.” Caroline: “I know. But this guy will do. Anyways, call me if his friend turns out to be a rapist or something. You know what happened with Wally and his scissors. Be careful.” Friend: “I will. Have fun.”Since Caroline had ridden ten miles to the club on her bike, we’d either have to ditch her bike or find a cab that could accommodate it. The fourth cab we tried had a bike rack. Things were.