“You will see a numbered key on the package you were just given,” The young man said. “That key is for your locker.” He motioned to his right....“You will disrobe, removing all articles of clothing, jewelry, and anything else on your body that you were not born with.” The young man glanced over to Lizzy and raised his hand to his head and ran his fingers through his shoulder length hair. “Once you have disrobed and locked all your belongings in your locker you may open the package you were just. We all cracked up. Dad looked at us and rolled his eyes then went back to the newspaper."I see," Mom said. "How very thoughtful of you, Samantha dear. You would be like the mother-in-charge." Oh yes. That's a good way to put it." And I assume that in order to ride herd on these three, you'd need to sleep upstairs this week." Well, yes." Samantha, dear, how is your mother taking all this? You know, she and I haven't had a good talk in a while. Should I be concerned?" Samantha rushed to Mom and. I opened the door and looked up to see Derek at the door. He seemed so masculine with me dressed so feminine. He smiled and walked in. He handed me a bouquet of flowers. It was awkward...when Denise said.."Come on in Derek...welcome. Oh...those flowers are beautiful. I will put these in a vase...honey...why don't you get Derek a drink...oh, and Derek...make yourself at home." I followed Denise into the kitchen. She smacked my ass and said, "Remember, this is a date...you need to be. So I take you on here out of the fucking kindness of my heart, doing a mate a bit of a favour to help you and him out of a tricky situation. And what the fuck do you do? How do you fucking repay this kindness? That feller who booked you just told me he felt like he'd wasted his money! And the first bloke who took pics of you said you weren't exactly all that. So I phoned the second bloke, who hadn't said nothing, and he tells me exactly why it is you're such a waste of fucking space! You pose.