Are you still wearing it under your man clothes?” Kerry asked, still looking deeply into my eyes. I nodded. “Everything except the wig and heels...” I nodded again. “Where are they?” I cast my eyes in the direction of my bedroom. “Let’s get them,” Kerry directed. I started toward the bedroom, mesmerized by the power Kerry had over me without really seeming to try. Kerry followed close behind. Electricity coursed through my body in anticipation of what might happen next. As I opened my. “I’m going to bed as soon as we shower and have lunch! I’ll get up for dinner. I should be semi-sane by then.”“As if a few hours of sleep could fix THAT problem!” I teased, deftly dodging the expected attempt to smack me on the shoulder.August 7, 1988, Chicago, Illinois“Why do I feel like Sensei Jim doesn’t believe I should advance?” Jolene asked after we finished our warm-up exercises.“Have you asked HIM that question? He’s the only one who is in a position to answer.”“He hasn’t said anything. There, in theCathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in Plymouth and he asked a nearby Vicar what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for £10,000 he could talk to God.'O.K., thank you ma'am, ' said the American.He then travelled to Torquay, Paignton, Exmouth,Tiverton and Brixham. In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same '£10,000 per call' sign. Laney just acted like everything was normal and went about her business helping them set their stuff up.We popped open a couple of beers and started drinking. When Marcia caught Bob checking out Laney’s tits, she would elbow him. After we all had a beer, Laney suggested to Marcia that she get comfortable and take her top off telling her how good the sun and the breeze felt on her tits. Marcia said she had never been topless outside before and didn’t think she should.We broke open another beer.