We were shown to our table and the waiter helped Ann and I to our seats. No one appeared to have any doubts about my gender at all. They were treating...myself and Ann the same.Ann said that she wanted to go to the ladies and suggested that I might go with her. I gulped at the idea of using the ladies toilet but I did need to go and it was impossible to even think of using the Gents.I followed Ann to the ladies and tried to copy her manner as well as I could so as not to draw attention to myself.. Kissing or murmuring how much we loved each other.But I could tell her body was still close from my earlier teasing, and she needed release. So I started to make love to her faster, longer quicker thrusts which pressed against her clit each time I was fully inside. Her wetness obvious in the sounds our bodies were making. Her thighs now wrapping around my waist, fingers starting to claw my back as I thrust into my beloved Holly, over and over again.Her hands moving up to grip my head almost. They had ordered digital thermometers to help give the younger members of the tribe a better understanding of the process. They had enough wood chopped to smoke thousands of fish and then about three times as much again.Frank Johnston was one of the federal employees who still went to his office in Spokane to work every day, even though he was sure he would never get paid again. He was the Director for Region Twelve National Fish & Wildlife. He had a very good working friendship with Chief John. The audience applauds and, twenty minutes into the set, it is time for Lynn to address the shadowy figures gazing up at her, clutching glasses of wine and beer in their hands. Although Lynn is a smoker, she is grateful for the city policy that means she now plays in a venue that smells more sweetly than her uptown apartment. She thanks the audience for their appreciation, reminds them that they are listening to the Lynn Wood Trio, and tells them what songs she’s just played. Although too much.