Someone off frame is holding one of the big fur boots at thebottom of your foot, and the girl in the background has removed thefluffy dress and is app...oaching you with it.The next shot has you from the waist up, with the dress at your waist andopen in the back. Someone else has a tube of adhesive, and is emptying iton your back. The next shot is the back of the dress closed, with a pairof hands stitching it shut, the strange steam/smoke is wisping out of thefabric all around your body.. Even if. I was retired and had a lot of free time on my hands and one day I sat down at the computer and decided to see what all this Internet fuss was about and the more I played with it the more I found and I became a Net Junkie. More specifically - I became a Net porn junkie and in no time at all I had over twenty sites under "favorites" on the computer. Those sites were my sex life and on any given day I would visit them and masturbate to get sexual relief. The question could be asked, "Why didn't. " I exclaimed. And he didn't.In between kisses he asked. "I wish you weren't married, you are sobeautiful and charming and your red hair smells amazing, I feel like I'munder some kind of spell."Well," I came up with. "Lola is married to a man, I on the other hand..."And then I kissed him on the lips. "Can't we have a little affair? I havenever had one before," I whispered as he smiled and we started kissingagain."We're here," the driver announced as we pulled in the front drive of. Perhaps, to him, the mirror was merely what it appeared to be--alooking-glass in an ornate frame--nothing more or less. Well, there wasno use wondering whether and what the old man knew about the mirror, notwhen, in a few minutes, following a short trek, I could know all that heknew, if he knew anything at all.Unfortunately, I had no wardrobe of feminine attire and must go dressed,as it were, in drag. But wait! I told myself. I could wear anything Iwanted--literally anything I desired. I looked.