Shirley laughed, probably for the first time that evening. "Yeah, a fuck," she confirmed."And he wouldn't?" asked Mandy, although the answer seemed pr...tty obvious."He called me a slag and told me to fuck off," said Shirley, who was close to tears."Shit! Then what happened?" asked Mandy."I told him if anyone should fuck off it was him. He went into the spare bedroom and I haven't seen him since," explained Shirley."You mean he has moved out?" asked Mandy."Don't think so but he had gone to work. Once out we decided it was too early to go home and opted for going to the club under the hotel. It was over 25’s so wasn’t full of idiots. The music was good, and Mike headed to the bar to get us a drink whilst I pushed my way onto the dance floor. It’s a great place to writhe about when it’s busy, and I was feeling horny so wanted to feel some hot flesh close to me.I scanned around and noticed a few tall, handsome guys dancing in the centre, so I made my way over. I caught the eye of one guy,. "Tempting an old man. You could give me a heart attack."She rose from the water to her full height, arms still in the air, hands still fooling with her ponytail. Like all males, a woman with her arms upheld mysteriously intrigued me."I didn't intentionally lure you down here, Steven." Her smile was that of the Mona Lisa. "You could walk away, you know, preserve your dignity. I don't practice mind control."The hell you don't, I thought. You have pinpoint control. You manipulate me like a figure. I don't want to do it." Bob darling, are you the same person that did that exotic dance in front of our bedroom mirror last night? You looked so beautiful that I wanted to go out but all you could think about was running into someone that would recognize me and see through your disguise. So, we stayed at home, boring, and planned for this mini-trip for the thousandth time." I know the makeup, the clothes and my hair done up in a sweeping feminine style completely hide my masculine features,.