Carol and I worked hard and long right over the weekend yet there wasstill time for some casual chat. Of course, Carol wanted to know detailsand whils...t I told her less than we had Zoe, she loved to be part o it.She insisted on seeing my corset and forms and because she was sosupportive I showed her.In general I was so wrapped up in the work required that at times Icompletely forgot I was Diane or even how I was dressed yet Carol would,whenever necessary, point out an odd male gesture: picking. Once I knew he was gone I grabbed my CD player and blasted some tunes. I stripped out of my sweaty jogging clothes and danced around singing at the top of my lungs. (I only ever let lose when I was home alone in the bathroom) I started the shower and decided I would take advantage of being alone and pleasure myself. I sat on the edge of the tub facing the still open window. (There were no curtains on the window, we were never concerned with neighbours seeing us because the window faced the back. They are writing a story based on the pictures and called me for my comments. The story will be published next week. I called the President and we had a conference call with the director of athletics. I obviously had to tell them what happened and, while I didn't give them exact details, I told them that Keith said something totally loathsome and bad about your mother. They agreed that I handled the situation correctly and that a one day suspension and apologies had been fine, if the incident. Her hair fell to her shoulders and it felt like the lightest of caresses. Then there was a caress: the fingertips of his free hand, tracing the curve of her left ear. Then lightly tracing the length of her left arm, still bound to the other behind her. Then gliding delicately along the curve of her right buttock—her behind still held high in the air--before continuing down onto the back of her thigh and beginning to stroke the bare flesh at the top of her stocking.Patti shivered. This wasn't.