Doesn't want to talk to the mad woman, Melinda thought as she continued looking around the room at all thedresses that she had already rejected."What ...s the occasion?" the assistant asked after the pause became too awkward."A dress-up party.Suits and lavish dresses," Melinda explained lamely"It's usually a mix of semi-historical black-tie and fancy dress."Then it struck her."Of course, no-one says only the men can wear suits.I mean, it's sort of fancy dress." Sorry?" the assistant asked,. “We’re fine, Dad.” “Okay! Next stop in sixty miles.” A lone black and white cow in a rolling green meadow stared across the railing at us as we drove passed. In the reflective surface of the slate grey, TV screen, I caught sight of me propped on my hefty son’s lap like a slutty doll. The view was hot yet disturbing. His half-shut eyelids quivered. He shifted slightly and his huge dick ended up wedged in the crack of my ass. Did he do that on purpose? Oh my god! This was wrong. I mean he’s my. ”“What else do you need, X?” Kalista asked hopefully.“Maybe a newer song to Foxtrot to?”“Charles honey,” mom responded, causing a giggle from the other girls, “Have you ever heard of Michael Bublé?”“Oh, yeah Mom, he’s really good. Plus, he makes all those older songs sound fresh. You have a song of his in mind?”“Yeah, look for ‘At This Moment’ It’s a Waltz, not a Foxtrot,” mom said.I found it and listened to it. I really liked it. “Thanks, Mom — Honey.”Everybody giggled again.I turned around. Was it really a dream or something that had actually happened to me?Had I fucked another man?Maybe this was the dream and I'd awaken with the beautiful Dao-Ming nestled in my arms. As I mulled that last thought I caught a flash of movement to my left. I froze, unsure what I should do. If I was really a woman there was no way I could fend off a determined attacker.Tremulously, I slowly turned my head towards where I had seen the movement. Fear made my breathing shallow, ragged little gasps.It.