"Mary?!" he yelled. "How ... where the hell are you at?!" She finally placed that odd undertone in his voice.Fear. He was afraid.She'd heard suppresse... fear in his voice before. Talking about his job or his boss, or sucking up to police officers when pulled over for speeding. She'd just never heard it when he was giving her orders. It made a very strange, unnerving contrast. Especially because he tended to hit her more when he was afraid.He waited a moment longer, then hollered, "You get your. And the whole time I was looking at her … her pretty face … her fantastic figure (to be very frank as I met her for the first time I would say her figure would be like that of Priyanka Chopra… with good rack and curvy ass).. and she knew abt it .., then after a few drinks she said she needs to go back as she has to fly early the next day…. and we both left for hotel which was almost near to the place where we were having drinks After reaching her hotel she asked me to come to her room and have. She spent several hours teaching me how to walk in the dress and heels."Imagine you're on a tightrope," she said. "Little steps. Heel. Toe.Heel. Toe." We practiced sitting. After what seemed to be severalhours, she looked surprised."What?" I said. "I thought that I was doing OK." That's the thing. You are. You're doing great. If I didn't know, I'dguess that you'd been wearing a dress and heels for years." Maybe, it's sense memory from having your body?" Maybe. Anyway," she said,. This time I didn't take Bear; I left him with mom for the day. She asked if I'd worked things out with Cynthia and I said that whole thing had gotten shelved when I started having these panic attacks. Another lie, this time to mom. I hated this.I had a roll-on suitcase and my laptop. When I got to Houston, I unlimbered the GPS windows for the three active devices and saw it was the same setup: two in the unnamed building and suitcase in the hotel. This time I headed for the Century.I waited in.