"Female hormones were starting to kick in and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes."That's okay Patti," Marcie said in a soothing voice. "I'm sure...that memory will come back real quick when your next period starts, but I'll get a booklet on how to use sanitary napkins for you from the Nurse's station and some pads for you to practice with."Marcie was stroking my back and holding my head against her breasts as I sat on the toilet. It was a little embarrassing, but not so much that I didn't. From what I understood, the event was mainly advertised in the lesbian community and the posters made sure this was an “adult, no holds barred, all pussies leaking” event on porn, unabashed, unashamed, without the pretentious mask of “erotica” or the word “sensual” in it. It was an event about getting hot, and getting off.To my surprise, there was an actual little crowd on the evening of the reading. Novella introduced me, beaming visibly for excitement. She was dressed unusually tasteful and. . as she cut him off and Said, Bridget, as he said ok Bridget as he looked into her captivating eyes and said Bridget look deep within my eyes and be completely open to me you trust me fully as well as my associates like we are long lost friends as her mouth repeated “completely open” “Long lost friends” as she felt comfortable around Ed and his associates a little better as she was getting to know her business partners a lot better as she said oh we are here.The limo pulled up to a closed-up. “You’re not kidding me, are you?” she said, suddenly afraid that it was all just another stupid dream. She felt a few tears starting to well up. This could be just the break she needed, the chance to go beyond being the perennially under-performing British women’s number 2: liked by the home crowds but really only because she was just another not-quite-good-enough British underdog, who’d never really achieve anything very much. As the reality of it hit her, she burst into tears. Her coach.