Admiring her quite obviously youthful figure as we inched our way along the platform, I had almost drawn level with her when she turned towards me, ho...ding up one hand to indicate we should stop before they commenced loading the lower deck. No more than six feet from me now, it was all I could do to suppress a cry of disbelief. The same cheeky face, shoulder-length blonde hair and fine yet quite prominent eyebrows. Even with the realization that it wasn’t her, my mind nevertheless replayed. .. umm. Mark."Susan stared at Joe for a moment or two, not understanding. Then she slowly looked over at Mark.Mark was leaning back on the sofa, merely waiting. He had long hair, dark brown, almost black. Very pretty eyes for a man. He was clad in tight jeans and a sweater. Very average-looking if a bit tall."Well, hon, most husbands give puppies..." Susan tried to joke, not at all understanding. "What do you mean?" She finally stated flatly when Joe didn't laugh with her.Joe took another drink. Another knife fight would be easier to face than this place.He was sure everyone else here was comfortable. Everyone else belonged here and knew what they were doing. He was the new kid, the outsider who didn't have a clue. Even if he ... even if he what?The anxiety was paralyzing him and he needed a drink. Ferro unfroze himself from the wall near the doorway and walked with a forced calmness to the bar. With anesthesia still swirling in his veins, he didn't want to chance a headache from. But it didn't stop there the bra started to go, I am looking around and no one is looking at me but I am flowing hard. As the speech continues the bra is gone then the panties start to fade, fortunately whatever Mike did, I didn't see the pad.As Mike is finished with his speech they give him a standing ovation and I have to stand too. So there I am standing in just my garter belt, stockings, and high heels or at least that's how I see myself, applauding the man who did this to me. I'm so turned.