For every after, that's what we called her although she was probably doing something else. It was so lovely that I wanted to photograph it but there w...re signs posted all around the museum saying 'No Photography'."Never mind dear," said J, "give me five minutes to distract the guards and then you can take your silly pictures."She wandered off downstairs to where we had seen the two middle-aged uniform guards standing about. As soon as she was out of sight I snapped off half a roll of trannie. ”“I know I saw him about 5 minutes ago,” she laughed as she sipped her drink.I glanced over and obviously my return made no difference for he was still looking at her and stroking his erection. He must have been in his sixties at least, balding head, grey hair covering his chest. Sally didn’t seem to mind at all having him looking at her.She eased round a little more to face him, laying back her legs parted even wider; the old guy couldn’t take his eyes off her. Sally tipped her head sideways. . she says as she pushes my hand away. I sit her up and grab a bottle of water and a Band-Aid I found in the glove box. Sit still baby. I say as I gently drip water into the wound, making her wince. I then rub the dirt out carefully, then seal it with a Band-Aid. There you go. All better now. I see her smile as I know shes thinking A Band-Aid wont help with everything. but she keeps quiet and just smiles. My heart sews itself back together as I see her smile. So, daddy got you something. I say. .. Shit, just...just find out where we are, okay?”He nodded slowly and turned back to face forward.“We'll talk about this when we get back.” I said as I spun away from him.Ash hurried to walk up beside me. In a whisper she berated me. “YOU people? Faggot bar? What's gotten into you?”I felt terrible by my outburst but I was still plenty annoyed. I shook my head again. “I just lost my temper. I didn't mean anything... Besides, he's the one that fucked up here, don't lecture me.”Ash let out an.