He knew that sometimes when he had a hard day he would sleep like a log, but not like that Saturday. He also knew that he could never get drunk with o...ly two beers. Then something caught his eye. He looked closely to the wet spot on the bedsheet where Nancy slept. He touched it and immediately knew what it was. He stood puzzled.Steve walked down the stairs to the kitchen. “Did we have sex last night?” He asked with a perplexed look.“You were not feeling well last night,” Nancy placed a glass of. Joe was informed that the sun would be coming up about 6:00, so they could go back to sleep until then. Probably nothing would happen to the dead Indians before then, so they might as well wait until daylight to examine them. They went to bed, and Joe slept like a log, though on his belly. Joe didn't want to get any blood on the mattress.Just at daylight, there was a knock on his door. The knock changed to a pounding before Joe could fully wake up. "OK, OK, come in, please."Mistress Esther. I depilated all my body hair, applied a fake tan and had painted my toe nails. I was five six, five nine in my stilettos, nine stone and for the first time in my life I was going to be a woman, I applied a thin veneer of foundation, lipstick and mascara and paraded myself shamelessly in front of the full-length mirror, my tiny cock and balls free of any hair, my nipples erect and sensitive. My long tanned lightly muscled legs balanced on the heels as a tribute to the movie stars. I wore a. Roberts when we’re alone. You make me feel like an old lady. Call me Maggie like in that song by Rod Stewart.’ I thought about that song. It was about an older woman and a younger man. I bought it shortly after Mark’s wedding. It was part of my fantasy and I played it when thinking about Maggie. ‘The morning sun, when it’s in your face, really shows your age But that don’t worry me none. In my eyes you’re everything. I laughed at all of your jokes, my love, you didn’t need to coax Oh, Maggie, I.