The trip did involve some interaction with people. George realized hewas going to have to check out of his hotel en femme, pickup some fastfood en fe...me and, likely, have to hit a ladies' room rest stopbathroom at some point. Still, George felt comfortable that he couldavoid the peak periods and keep his interactions en femme to a minimum,while simultaneously limiting them to places where he would be safest.George figured that it would be a far more enjoyable trip than theplane ride he had. ”“Yeah, hurry up you bitches!” Pat stood in the door of the shower with her feet shoulder-width apart and her hands slapped on her hips. “Dean, you’re the biggest bitch of all.”“I’m coming,” I schooled my face but laughed again. I kept looking for a silly face or an odd gesture to grab my attention. I had to engage my mind to keep my thoughts from what we had done.Andrea was deep in the shower. Pat, at the doors, only needed to inch back and the showers would start.I strode to the shower door.. ." his smile slowly returned, "...but I can also make you do this." His voice didn't display anger, but instead it was calm and patient; that scared me more.On the other side of the car, I sat bewildered that this was really happening to me. Here I had wanted to spend a few hours after work doing something nasty, but not with someone else; well not with another guy. So I sat there sizing him up and even trying to size up the situation I was now stuck in.In high school I played baseball for two. I found it. Her bedroom door was about to open. She opened the door and found me standing in the same position as she had left me.I had deleted the videos and pictures. She roared at me for not doing her work. As I liked her dominating nature I acted as if I didn’t do anything. She opened her gown. She was in her black bra and panty.My underwear streched. She noticed it.“So you want trouble eh?” She went and sat on a chair with her one leg on the other. She called me near to her.I stood in.