Then one of the inevitable things that I have been dreading happened... IHAD TO PEE.I went into the bathroom door and saw in business class style comp...soap,shampoo and conditioner. As I sat and relaxed to the sound the sound theempting of a full female bladder I noticed the mirror on the door. Ilooked at the stranger sitting on the edge of the toilet trying not tofall in.I thought looking in the mirror my hair will not be too big a problem forme. When I was a student in the 70's, I was sort of. If you do I'll take my clothes off and we can enjoy the day together while I show you how wonderful you can feel being with a woman."I really couldn't talk for a few seconds as my mind processed her words. She was offering me sex, sex with her, sex with her for the rest of the day. And Mrs. M was a really pretty woman."Should I get undressed?"Was I scared? Oh, shit, was I. This was it, sex, and it was with my best friend's mother. An older woman, not some girl my age like I had expected. And. But nothing like the girl who had been brought in, three weeks ago, to the psychiatric ward here at Eloise, the name given to the complex that was the Wayne County Mental Hospital.The girl, to all appearances, was in her late teens – maybe seventeen or eighteen years old. She was blonde and frail-looking and so feminine, with her thin waist, rounded hips and firm-looking breasts. She had wide blue eyes and a pert nose above her full, rose-colored lips. She was more than just pretty.A couple of. Then the three of them broke awayfrom blockading my way and went down one of side hallways, already plottingtheir plans for the coming evening.I watched them disappear, then shook my head. If I accomplished nothingelse in my life as Penny, I could enjoy the fact that I'd just convinced aboorish jock to include the less popular on his guest list. Granted,Jason/Jerome/James didn't seem too thrilled about agreeing to my terms, buthe'd obviously weighed and measured, deciding that having Charlie.