Theickiest, biggest possible gag reflex. I had sold my masculinityfor some zither lessons. I was worse than Jack, that beanstalk guy,selling the cow...for some beans.I cringed and hid my face and vowed to never see Mr. Smithersagain.Chapter Four -- Zither, then dither.Forty-four hours later, at 3 p.m., Wednesday, I knocked onSmithers' door -- zither in hand and lacy, black panties firmly inplace. On Tuesday morning, I had decided that I had exaggerated myreaction a bit. I mean, Smithers was. Andre finished his coffee and made for the stairs. Opening the door his nostrils filled with the smell of incense his eyes adjusting to take in the candle lit scene.....Eva lying on the massage table under a towel in front of an open fire the sound of the wood crackling.... "Hope you don’t mind the fire, I always like the room to be hot when I am massaged, the oil is on the side, I am all yours....”Slowly sliding the towel off her Andre admired the smooth body that lay before him. “Just relax. The shirt was stretched tightover my breasts and over my belly."Actually it kinda turns me on Lauren," Emily said, which strangely mademe feel better about it."Come on, we'll head to the mall to get some new clothes. It'll be fun,"Emily encouraged."Me, go out like this? No way!" You'll have to move at some stage, you don't wanna get stuck in thehouse, lose your tan and get too fat." Only if I can drive- it's my car." Well... you... ummm, OK then."We slowly made our way outside, my waddle. These go down really well and on the final night we receive along standing ovation from the audience, I am pulled to the front at thefinal curtain call to receive my own applause. I am so emotional I nearlyweep. After the last performance we have an end of show party at a nearbypub. I go to the party in the LBD outfit from the play which causes somesurprise, but I explain I can hardly wear a suit and tie with bright rednail varnish and my current hairstyle. Everyone accepts this and we have.