When do you think you'll be back in Dallas?" he asks."Well, we are headed to Topeka to see the Evil Knievel Museum, probably spend the night there. We...ve put a lot of time in the saddle here, it'd be good to take a break from riding for a day. But then we'll be heading south again. I don't know, probably late Tuesday sometime?" I say."Okay, no problem. I have one of my bartenders in a family way and she will be leaving to drop the kid in a couple weeks or so. Your girl would be a good. I sobbed again and dropped my head as he opened the door and left, closing and locking the door behind him for which I was thankful, as I didn’t think I could move right then.Wiping the tears from my eyes, I turned, thinking to throw up in the bowl, but I didn’t. As disgusting as it was, I didn’t feel in the least bit sick. In the end I stood, pulling my pants up enough so I could go over and switch the light on. Checking to see if the door was locked, I dressed, rinsed my mouth out, washed and. Her skin was warm and damp and clung to the terrycloth white town that covered her torso. “My story?” “She uses saffron and it drives Albert crazy. Saffron, the smell of Africa.” “It’s been driving me crazy, too,” she said, “but I’ll need more than the smell of saffron.” “I’d like that, too,” I said as she dropped her towel. I took her right there in the aura of saffron tangerine. At the office, I sought out a co-worker. We played handball on occasion and he had the athletic build that women. So I slowly and methodically shaved the hair from my body. Close. I was getting close. But not completely happy with the results. I applied lotion. A scented lotion of Lilac, to my body giving it a nice fragrance. And just a hint, one spray, of perfume. Obsession. I pulled on a lavendar pair of panties, trimmed in lace, and a matching camisole. I felt so feminine. Taking some fairy dust to settle me, I headed out knowing exactly where and why. I drove into and through town to an Adult Movie.