The email had been sent to him forty five minutes ago. Julie had been home then. She had been upstairs changing to go out. She must have written it th...en. Darling Cuckold, Surprise. Surprise. Thought I would write this while I get changed. Thought I would let you know about.... Well you know who I am talking about don’t you? We chatted briefly last night while you were in the gents. He was his usual jokey self. I joked too. I told him that it had been ages since he had last asked me out.. I found my Vietnamese mother and daughter at the laundromat. Of course, by that time they owned it, and probably two more I didn't know about."Miss Maxine, you have big load today," the daughter said."Yes, I'm going on a trip so I will be gone for a while. I might get back in one more time, but I'm not sure when I leave yet," I explained."Can have them today. You come back at four," she said."Fair enough, see you then." From the laundromat I went to lunch at the Doghouse. I figured I would hit. I have special desires that Masato doesn't appreciate. Am I that strange? Am I abnormal? Am I crazy?" I quickly reacted by going over to her side and holding her and quietly telling her, "It's OK. You can talk to me about anything. I'll help if I can." Wow, perhaps my counseling background will be useful! Erika leaned into me and said, "Oh, thank you so much. I have wanted to talk with someone about my compulsive behavior, but it has been so difficult. Masato thinks I'm crazy with. Or maybe I should just take them off and throw themout. Why hadn't I done that in the first place? I took my pants off,and went to pull down the panties as well, but the voice got louder. "Iwant a skirt!" I could *feel* the voice now. Like it was jumping intomy loins. It felt so horrible, I couldn't make my hands form a solidgrip. "I want a skirt!"Shayna'd left some clothes with me once. I went over to where she'dleft them and sorted through them. Shirt, shirt, pants... no skirt. .