And it wasn?t worth it; you had a bigger chance ofgetting called out private. When the dancers saw us coming on stage, they stopped andwalked out in ...arious stages of undress. I thought one of them was familiar? itwas Christy? I though she was in private. As she walked towards me on her wayto the exit she looked at me and mouthed something at me, surprise all over herface. I tried to tell her something as she walked by, but she couldn?t hear me. I turned my head around, following her with my. The statue remains silent.My thoughts are disturbed by the click clack of heeled shoes behind me. I turn, and there she is, wearing a blue skirt suit and high heels.'You've got legs!''Oh you've noticed. I only bring them out on special occasions, and you did say I had to smarten up a bit.' She spun around for me. 'Well how do I look?'I looked up at the statue.'Well Michael, what do you think?'I paused before turning back to her.'Michael thinks you look absolutely gorgeous.''And what about. He had lain with her several times, but somehow she sensed with foreboding that he might never do so again. He seemed abstracted and although he was naked and his penis was fully roused, she feared it would never again enter her, though she could not have said why she should think so. The Emir moved close to her head, and she turned towards him with her mouth open in the hope that he might use at least that entrance. Although he allowed the tip of his rod to touch her lips, he moved away again. "No need to be embarassed," she said as she prepped my ears withantiseptic. "You'd be surprised how many men get into the same situationas you! And your friend (I allowed myself a derisive snort at that!)has picked out some nice, conservative hoops for you." I looked down atthe earrrins, and, true to her word, they were small, maybe half-inchloops. I hadn't expected Matt to be so kind, after a bet on his belovedPats, but, hey, I wasn't about to complain!Two piches later (they weren't bad at.