Next came the corset. This was probably my favorite piece of all my women's clothes. It covered my "breasts" while pressing them tightly against my bo...y, and it also severely constricted my waist. With Mistress's help, we tightened the laces all the way until my lower and middle back were perfectly straight, my internal organs were squished together, and my breathing was reduced to relatively shallow breaths."How does that feel?" she asked."Wonderful," I breathed back. She smiled at the sexual. “Robert, my dear boy. How the devil are you? It’s been such a long time.” She clicks her fingers and ushers over a devastatingly pretty black haired girl with the most amazing soft brown eyes and warm smile. I stare at her, not meaning to gaze for so long, but I can’t stop myself. She looks at me, but doesn’t seem to take me in. “Evie, could you get Robert a drink please? Vodka and lime, plenty of ice if I recall.” I nod and tell her that would be lovely. Evie swishes past me, her eyes. .. I've still got the guy's jacket and I never even found out what his name was. I start going through the pockets of the jacket while Joe starts making inferences that go right over my seriously obtuse head. The jacket smelled of Old Spice, weed, and menthols. In the inside pocket, I found his wallet, and inside that, a business card with a phone number. For the record, his name was Jesus. Turns out the guy sold used cars, and he carried a pager. I plugged sent the guy a page from Joe's phone,. From bed Ireached out and grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. Flickingthrough the channels I looked for BBC News hoping there might besomething about Dad. Nothing just the usual stuff employment problemsissues with the economy stuff that probably should have interested mebut didn't.I had hoped that given last night I had probably consumed more alcoholthan was normal for me, that I would sleep a bit longer but call itexcitement call it nerves about the day ahead I was wide awake.