I told her not to be daft. Men didn't dress like that."Come on, Phillip, aren't you man enough to DRESS in a slip?"Should the way she emphasised "dre...s" have set off alarm bells in mystraight vanilla mind?Man enough to dress in my girlfriend's underwear? Put like this, mymasculinity was at issue. Lorraine was saying that a real man would notbe threatened by wearing women's clothing. Was this why I was sonervous about appearing in my underwear in front of her? Was I not manenough?After two. Addressing the manager I say, “These two gentlemen are part of my entourage and they represent no danger to any of your clients. The biggest danger to your clients is me, because anyone who tries to hit on my girls is going to get severely hurt.” He looks at me then the sleeping bouncer. He gives a slow nod while he waves us through. I look back after we walk away from him: he has a phone in his hand and is talking fast. I think, hope actually, he’s calling the club’s owner.The club is renowned. This time I held him down and kissed him back. He slid to the side since he couldn't just lay on top of me. The bed was wet and cold; we really should be getting up. I really preferred the idea of him doing it again. I reached between his legs and found him willing and able."Ty," he whispered, "oh jeez."I stroked him. "Do it again. Please?" Really?" his fingertips caressed my tits again and I bit my lip."Yeah." I don't get it." He gasped. "First it's like you don't want me at all. Now it's like. I wanted to remember to tell Kelley that Patricia's tongue was one of her distinguishing features. No, I mustn't. Kelley would never understand how I could be intrigued by a girl's tongue. Patricia had a unique way of using it to emphasize certain words, and to coat her lips with moisture, or to poke it out one corner of her mouth, impishly.I don't know when it happened, but several minutes must have elapsed before I looked down to see her hand covering mine on the armrest that separated our.