Not great. I wasn't in love with it at the beginning, but hadtrouble coming up with something I liked more. Now I'm dealing with thefact that a good...chunk of story is out there with the existing name, andchanging it is going to be a hassle and potentially throw off peoplelooking for a new chapter. That might be worth it if I had a great nameto change it to, but I don't. Maybe I will in the future and chapterswill start coming out under a new name, but until then, TWMD is it.Thanks for. “Would you mind if I danced once with her?”He laughed a little, “No, not at all, not as long as you’re not planning on taking her away from me.”That’s exactly what I was planning! I laughed a little, “I’ve seen her with you, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t take her away from you with all the dances in the world.”“Feel free to ask her when she gets back. It’s up to her.”I smiled at him in gratitude, “Thanks.”While we were waiting for the ladies to return, he asked me how I’d met Kristen, and I gave. This was my second day in the reformatory. It was 9am I had the morning shower.And breakfast. Was dressed in the mandatary day uniform. This being white shirt tie tight regulation black knickers. Over these super skin tight stretchy white cotton shorts. These did not hide erection but made them more prominent, and black canvas shoes.According to what I had been told also written in the regulations that I had not fully memorized yet. A staff member could order me to any of the correction rooms.. Ms. Whitney was also quite lovely. ‘Mr. Driver, do you have two forms of identification?’ I produced my driver’s license, and watched her record the information. I saw that she was wearing a black outfit. The jacket had a single button, and the skirt had two slits that exposed dark stockings. Her blouse was lavender, with frills at the bust line. My eyes were fixed on her lips when she looked at my picture, and verified that I was a match before handing my license back. ‘Mr. Driver, do you.