She wore a form-hugging brown t-shirt with glittering rhinestone and leggings with a leopard pattern and white, incredibly high heeled sandals. She lo...ked like she had directly jumped out of one of these eighties movies my mother loved so much. Then my sight moved to Bridget’s right. The woman – I quickly substituted the word ‘lady’ in my mind – appeared to be at least in her early fifties. The dress she wore was formal, a navy blue skirt that went almost all the way to her ankles, and a white. These holidays I had gotten into the habit of getting up very late and showering around lunchtime. Kara was up early every day as she is a fitness buff and likes to go on early morning runs.One day in early December I was in the bathroom getting ready to have my shower when Kara burst into the room. I think it was an honest mistake, the door lock was broken at the time and until the shower started you couldn't tell if anybody was in there. We weren't used to knocking since the lock on the door. Stopping in front of the ladies' door, Pam kissed me lightly on the cheek.I said, “Meet you inside? I’m a bit late getting back to the bandstand.”“Sure, Jack, play me something pretty.” She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “I want another dance. Okay?” She pulled away.“Okay, lady, I’ll look forward to it!” I rushed into the men's room, took a stall and pissed like a racehorse. Kissing and fondling make my heart race. I double-timed back to the stage.“I saw that kiss, man!” John. I would have to take her in such a way that she was ashamed of the way that she performed. She would have to loose in a way that her will power and her strength were called into question. This would be quite delightful, but the main thing that I had to avoid was sending her into catatonic shock. I had lost several to this and I knew that it was one of the most annoying things that I ever had to deal with. The will on this one was strong, so I didn’t think that I had to worry about that, but I.