Then I swung around, thrust out my burgeoning butt, and gave ita few wiggles. The onlookers clapped and whistled. I faced them againand pantomimed a...deep curtsey. From the corner of my eye, I spottedDarling giving me an approving smile. Maybe she just wanted to put methrough this to satisfy some whim of her own. And then I could return tomy male self, with that prized jacket as my property.The others stepped down off the low stage. Darling reached back, took myhand, and tugged gently. . As she lay panting on me, I licked and kissed her ear lobes. Luckily I happened to see in the rear view mirror that Driver was walking towards the car. I quitely kised her, bid goodbye, gave my mobile number and email Id, quietly opened the door and slid out. I was several yards away when he reached car and I heard him say to her ” Madam, your phone is switched off. So Sir called me and asked me to tell you to call him back”.After that memorable banging, they migrated to U.S,she kept in touch. "He should be okay any minute." Why don't you take one of the network radios and go to the parking lot. Let me know when the tour bus pulls in," Joan said."No problem," I said taking two radios."I'm going to be in the parking lot when you feel up to it," I said into the men's room as I held the door open. I'm not shy that way either.I was standing the the parking lot filing Joan Pacer in my memory, when Rodney came up. "How you feeling?" I asked."I'm okay I guess. You knew I was going to have. And then you'd march me over to stand in the corner. I'd be so ashamed." Eventually we talked on the phone and exchanged photos. She was very pretty, tall with long, dark hair that fell around her shoulders. She wore a short black dress and high heels and she looked very sophisticated. She said she was twenty nine but she was actually 34. I said I was 31 but she would find out much later that I was 27. "tell me more," she would type. "If I disobeyed you, would you use a strap....or a cane?.