She watched me as I relieved myself, and then she showered, washed and dried me. I was allowed to dry my hair, body and legs, but not my pussy. That w...s out of bounds. After I was done, she gave me my outfit for the day. A loose lace boy short panty and white bra; a white mini skirt and a white blouse completed the outfit. Being that this is November in the mountains, I could reasonably assume I was not to leave the house. The shoes were the same white torture pumps I wore yesterday. After I. After a time, I asked her if she would like to have dinner with me to celebrate, and she accepted.We had a good, expensive meal, with wine and then shared a taxi to her house. In the back we kissed enthusiastically, I slid my hand up her tight black skirt and rubbed her crotch."Wow," she said, "you had better come in."I carried my briefcase in with me for safety. Hers was a nice house in a good area, all newly decorated inside with a distinct Japanese influence."Very nice," I commented."Thank. I sit up on the couch and stare at the floor awhile. I guess I’m used to sleep on the couch because I used to do it all the time because they loved my sisters more than me. My father was a douche who has had five wives and was father of seven children with four dead and two still alive. My brother, who I don’t really blame for doing this, ran away from home once he turned sixteen with a lot of money that he “gained” over the years. I envy him since he was able to run away and live his own life.. Joanne wants to book Irving Plaza where I saw him. It’s a pretty cool venue. Kind of a more traditional concert hall rather than a bar. And I met him.”“You met Johnny Thunders?”“Yeah. The strung out chick I was with apparently knew him. Though I don’t think she’s his favorite girl. He basically told her to get the fuck out, but I offered a joint so he let me stay.”“You told him you’re a rocker?”“Yeah. Of course he wasn’t impressed. But he got a kick out of remembering playing the fair. I told.