The driver nearly threw his back outloading my luggage, but I knew he enjoyed it by the way he kept lookingat me. Besides, I gave him a hefty tip on t...at Amex card. I skipped theeconomy lines and proceeded directly to the first class counter. Myticket was already paid for and the staff was super friendly in helpingme check my bags. I only had my purse as a carry on for the flight.Security was a breeze but I did notice a couple of the TSA agentsstaring a little too long at my ass and legs. It. She was looking at me as I looked at her.She was pretty.No, not just pretty; beautiful, stunningly so. And she was happy and horny – I could see that by the way she was touching herself. I knew the inner sensations which made a girl’s body twist like that; made her squeeze her own breasts and claw at her throat.The camera turned away, faithfully following the pee stream as it moved back down her body but I saw it.Saw it that first time.Saw the movement in her throat.I knew what that movement. And, using thosepictures, and my writing, acting, and computer skills, I managed to createan alternate identity for myself. Instead of being Steve Stills, the 30year old IT guy who everyone gives shit because of his name, I was RachelGraham, a 19 year old lesbian living in sunny Los Angeles, California.Rachel was a violin virtuoso with a penchant for celtic rock music and hadcome to L.A. Pursuing an acting career that was destined to never get offthe ground.I was a very convincing woman,. In a good way. Later on that evening. But right now, I had other pressing matters and concerns to attend to. One of which was having a fairly intimate conversation with mom, and try to not let on that I now knew what I did when we had it. I was curious to see what she had to say about a few things, and confirm what I was already beginning to think about."Meet me in your old bedroom at midnight," I told Danny giving him a kiss on the cheek, though I quickly added another to his lips, kissing him.