While she pulled on a t-shirt, she asked one of them."Blondie, what happened to you?"Samantha didn't look at Erin, she was still looking at the nasty ...ooking bump on her mom's head. "It must've been that metal thing I saw outside. It's given me super-powers or something."Erin's mouth fell open. "So you're like a costumed hero now? Like Doctor December and Captain Pulsar?" I don't know," Samantha said in a hushed tone. Then, louder, "Look, my mom's knocked out. I need you to watch her while I go. I kept track of the intricate details of what they wore.I often fantasized about wearing clothes like them and, on not a fewoccasions, I went out and bought outfits that were similar. I likedspending time pretending I was Joanna or one of the office girls andeven one of my saleswomen.The idea of being feminine was my main source of arousal for decades andhad really become my old source over the last few years. I sometimesfelt that some of the girls had to know, but none of them ever led me. I wasn’t sure if it was the same lot of guys or different ones, but it seems the word got out and these country guys were turning up to take advantage.Sunday at around 9pm I told the guys we had to leave as I had work on Monday and there was a two-hour drive. Reluctantly the guys let us leave after another hour of fucking Margaret. In the car she was tired but so happy. I asked her if she was sore at all and she replied, “yeah a little but I could have kept going.”We got home after midnight and. Helga was smirking again when she brought me a coffee; my fault for so quickly forgetting yesterday’s lesson about not teasing her when I knew darn well that she had a much higher embarrassment threshold than me ... One day I’m gonna learn, honest.I was driving out of the hospital parking structure on the dot of four, my secretary’s laughing reminder that it was a work night and I shouldn’t stay out too late ringing in my ears. Maybe my eagerness to get away had been a little obvious. At least.