This bar was very popular for foreign tourists, and I have always fantasized about a white man fucking me. I entered the bar and sat at the counter or...ering a gin and tonic, looking for white guys.I was wearing a pink shining gown, which was off shoulder on one side, down to the arm pit, revealing the top third of my breast. My back was also revealed to some extent, enough to attract the attention of any guy. After a wait of about 15 minutes, I received a vodka glass from the waiter, and it was. Something about feeling the texture of the latex. He ran hishand across my hip where the latex is pulled tight. It all seemed sonatural that his hand found its way to the middle of my back. I justreached up, put my hands round his neck and we kissed. We were down atthe cinema level by then, so I just dragged him round the corner into theGoods lift and closed the doors." Wow," I said, "good thinking!" Well, we kissed and stuff, but he wasn't doing much so I said I had gotto go because I was. This was home. He felt a surge of warmth and affection, and peaceful happiness.Then he thought of Gwen and felt surprise that there arose no guilt, no regret. Indeed it was as if he was sharing it with her. It was good that the children were happy, that they had a caring foster mother and a happy father. It was as if the string of bereavement which had always pulled him back into guilt had at last snapped.He stopped. He could have sworn he felt Gwen near him, and more importantly, felt her. We were half way out the door when she turned around and ran back to the pictures again."That's you in the pictures!" she cried. "That's really you. Oh my gosh. WOW. Is she really that beautiful." More so, and not just from her looks, either." I spent the next thirty minutes telling Robin all about Caitlin.She told me that when the newspaper ad first appeared of Caitlin in the dress, every one of her friends tried to find out more about the dress and the person in it. It drove some of them.