She's a friend ofmine!" Shhh!" I cautioned. "Please don't tell anyone. It's -uh- rathercomplicated, but I have to stay here for a while under that nam...e." Have to?" Rod smiled. "I wonder what the real Julia VanLow would do if Itold her about this! Come to think of it, I wonder what the othervacationers here would do if they knew you were really a man!" Oh Rod," I pleaded. "You wouldn't tell anyone?" I might not," She considered. "If you were to -- how shall I say? --placate me a little.". She sat down beside him on the couch, snuggling in under his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder. He pulled the comforter up around both of them and they settled back to watch the movie.Again, she didn't chug the second beer down, and he agreed to let her have one more about half way through. She didn't scream or yell during the really intense parts, but she did bury her head into his chest a number of times when Nicholson was swinging the axe around or otherwise acting the perfect psychotic. The wife prettied herself up and put on her usual theater outfit, tan tank top with no bra and her black stretchy pants that you can see in a number of our pics and off we went. I don't remember what time it was in the evening when we got there but it was somewhat late and there were only a few cars parked outside. We went inside and the place was actually really nice looking and clean. The first thing we saw was two older guys at the counter, one was wearing a skirt with stockings and heals so. Now, please, come with me."He held my arm tightly as if preventing me from running away, and he led me to a room I’d never been in before. As we entered, I saw a woman in a leather suit. She had long black hair and I thought it was Madame. But, I couldn’t understand why she would have someone bring me here or why she’d be dressed like this?"Mistress, is that you?” I dared to ask. The woman didn’t respond, so I asked again, ”Mistress, is that you?"The woman then spoke to the man in a language I.