It was a Friday night and the place was jumping, we created a bit of a stir as we approached the pool and outdoor lockers. The place was aswarm with n...ked men of all shapes and sizes, mostly middle-aged. I quickly undressed and stuffed my things in my locker as Sally was neatly folding her skirt and blouse, soon to be joined by her bra and panties. Sally, at forty-three, was a slender, wholesome woman with long legs, a flat tummy, and small perky breasts with delightful pink nipples that. I had watched what had happened toDori. What if the same thing happened to me? I couldn't live withbeing a bigger dork than I already was. I was one small inch awayfrom being persona non grata. The only thing keeping me afloatsocially was Ben. It wouldn't take too much of a change to make me atotal outcast.I moved the curser over and tried to delete the message. To myhorror, the browser went white and a JPEG image began to take form.Sure enough, it was me. There I was in all my. She was about to remove the door with fire, but Jane tapped her on the shoulder. "Wait," the redhead said. "I've got this." She lined herself up with the lock, and kicked. Iron squealed and gave way, and the gate swung open, banging against the stone wall on the other side. "I've always wanted to do that," she said with a satisfied little smile.When they were through and the gate was shut, she bent the lock plate so it obstructed the swing of the. My head isswimming. Eventually the woman who opened the door (this isher apartment) recognizes my bewilderment, and offers me achance to wash up in her bathroom. That sounds great. Thethree minutes in there give me an opportunity to settle mynerves and get back into the role of vamping queen oferotica that I had chosen for myself. Now I'm ready, so Irejoin the group.One of the first things that I am asked is whether I havewritten anything new. Well, I haven't, and they seem a bitdisappointed..