"She looked to me for an answer, but all I could do was shrug."Oh, you know," she said, pushing on my knee. "They had the really hairy things at the t...p of the pen, and when you spun it back and forth in your hand, the hair would frizz out. Remember those?"I thought about it for a second, and then my eyes shot open."Oh, yeah," I exclaimed. "Ok, yeah. I remember those. God, I'm sure I had one."Gayle chuckled, saying, "Well, I mean, yeah. Who didn't?"Then I reached over to the coffee table and. At traffic lights I tell her when people have spotted her and describe their faces as they gaze with shock what their eyes are telling them as we already disappear within the traffic heading home out of town. Just as we come to the outskirts, I stop the car and let the roof down – exposing her completely to the public, with her titts out, a gag-ball in her mouth and blindfolded. Even her long blond hair is blowing in the wind, just to get attention! Any trucker that passes by can even see her. The newly-dubbed Mockingbird gazed at his reflection in themirror, unable to believe this was what had become of him.He was dressed in an altered version of one of Harley's outfits; a two-tone bodysuit designed to resemble a jester. The outfit was partially redjust like Harley's, but what was black on her outfit was green onMockingbird's, making it resemble some sort of clown-themed parody of hisown outfit. He cringed as he pulled the hood up, hiding his short darkhair as the long horns dangled. Lisa poured our drinks and continued the tour to the open play area which was basically five beds pushed together but no one was playing. By this point, our nerves had calmed down and we were beginning to enjoy ourselves.Midway through my first straight whisky, I got the urge for a cigarette. We meandered into the smoking lounge and sat on one of the sofas facing the TV. Black porn was on the big screen. We lit a cigarette, kicked back and watched a 10" black cock pound a girl for a little.