It was a nickname you had used all your life; younever called yourself by Stacy, your given name."That struck me as really odd. Why would I want a nam... like that? But allthey would say was that it fit my old image, somebody who likedskateboards and rough housing. I was not satisfied; that did not seemlike me, not at all.I asked my new gang of friends about it and they were pleased to claimcredit for getting me to use my real name, and adopt a new style thatwent along with it. They did say that. Peeking under the bottomof my blindfold at my hands, I could just make out long, bright redfingernails. And when I turned my head to look, I could feel long strandsof hair falling across my face. So apparently I was also wearing a wig.I searched my head, hoping to remember what had happened last night. LikeI said--friends, shots, a hot hooker in the street, then nothing. Idesperately tried to remember something, anything, but the pain in myballs kept me from concentrating.If only somebody would. He was the epitome of gentlemanly conduct.”“It is something that I hear quite often, Mrs. Leeds. May I introduce our protégé, Miss Melinda Curry? Young Mr. Leeds must have told you of her.”Mrs. Leeds shifted her attention and regarded young Melinda.“He has indeed sung your praise, Miss Curry. It is a pity that your father and his ship were caught up in this unfortunate war between our nations, leaving you stranded here.”“Thank you, Madam,” Melinda answered nicely. “I worry about him of course,. I was again working her shirt up with the intention of showing her to anyone outside our hotel room.I had worked it up to her neck in back and pretty far up in the front, I think the bottom of her tits where showing. That is how I lift her shirt higher and higher, up the back first then over her head so it looks like a shirt bra in front. I keep rubbing her back and shoulders, then s l o w l y move around as she gets worked up and ready for more....... Then there is a knock at the door (end.