It opens and i first seeandy in the dimly lit room. just in a pair of silk boxers. what a hunk!and all he can see of me is my slutty make up, heels an... a trench coat.he says to me, come in, PLEASE. i walk past him. as he closes the door heturns to me. i drop the coat to the floor. he sees me dressed like a slutand my cock hanging free, his eyes bug out. i slowly turn around. i lookover my shoulder seductively as i bend at the waist and slowly spread myass for him and ask, is this what you were. I had everything set-up and was ready to go. I waited behind a curtain that served as "backstage." Someone from the entertainment committee introduced me as "Recording artist from New Jersey - Kev Frazier." There was polite applause, more of a wait and see crowd than your typical Saturday night rock club. Then there was one gasp from towards the back of the audience and a slight shreik. That brought some laughs and one guy who yelled, "Someone knows him." That drew bigger laughs. I started with. He wanted a real family with children of his own and a wife. Brought up mostly in foster homes as a kid he’d watched television shows that depicted the wonderful family life other people enjoyed. Someday he wanted to have that too. He never complained about his upbringing. He’d never been abused or neglected, but wherever he lived he always knew, no matter how nice the people were, he wasn’t really theirs. He reflected how foster parents were extra nice in some ways, and totally ignorant in. It was a great day, and it was fun to see someone else as excited about the wondrous beauty around them as she was. They decided to go to into the town of Banff for dinner, and he asked her where would be a good place to eat. She had someplace in mind, another favorite from years gone by. It was good to be making new memories. That night after dinner, they decided to get together with their laptops and view each others photos. It was plain to see he was a professional, his camera and other.