He saw the sign that said, "MEN,"and headed toward it,but the bartender shouted, "Hey lady! The Ladies Room is on the left!"Mark was about to protest,...but he realized that the man was probablyfooled by this dress and his girly hairstyle, and the way they had madehim look like he had boobs. He sighed, and went into the Ladies Room.Inside, he wanted to go, but there were so many layers of skirts andpetticoats to push aside, and he knew he could never get the corset off,and he really had to go! He. “That was the hardest Mum has ever spanked me” Holly said. “You know Holly I reckon that goes for me too. She was pretty annoyed though wasn’t she?” I laughed and Holly joined in. “How’s your bottom Emma?” “Sore. Do you think yours is still red?” “I bet mine is redder than yours” Holly said. “Go on then let’s look.” Still laughing we both lowered our skirts and knickers and turned to show each other our bottoms. We couldn’t see our own though. Holly said “let’s go upstairs to the. ”“Really? I’m in bed with the hottest girl I’ve ever known and she is sound asleep. Absofuckinglutely amazing!” He turned over, none too happy with the turn of events, and was himself, soon asleep.***Charlene did not often dream, but when she did, it was usually vivid and mostly realistic. She dreamt about things that had happened and things that might have happened. This night she did dream, and it was both.The dream began with sixteen-year-old Charlene in her room on a Sunday night. Dressed. I touched his hand softly and raised it to my face. I brushed it against my cheek and closed my eyes, pretending that he was awake and touching me by choice. Then I pressed my lips against his fingertips and flattened his hand out, letting it slide down my neck. Wait, wait, what am I doing, I thought. This man must be sick or something and I’m using him for my own satisfaction. I walked back towards the door, trying to forget about Zack. I turned back to take one last glance at the handsome.