He pulled it on over his head, very careful not to smudge hismakeup, tugging it down over his boobs and bum. He reached for the wighe'd chose, a dark... brown bob that flattered his face and that was easyto style, just needing a good brush. He stood and put the wig on,fussing the hair with his fingers until he had it right but carefullyavoiding looking at this reflection.He slipped on the shoes he was going to wear, a black court shoe with2" heel, surprised as always at how they seems to shrink. How you make me smile without even trying. There are so many things I wish I could tell you, but…but everything I want to say seems so inadequate. ‘Right now, Gwyneth words are futile. I should have told you earlier. Should have said it to you that night – I don’t know why I held back, but…Jesus, Gwyneth, please, just come back to me. Please, please promise me you’ll be okay. If you can hear me, if you’re there, please, just – please. Please.’ He closed his eyes and rubbed his face, struggling. He wasn’t the jealous type, but he liked to be in control and I think that he felt I needed him and his club to drum up business as a stripper. My trip to Vegas had been very profitable and I could have quit and taken the year off, but I was addicted to my new lifestyle and Bill was just so cute when he showed that he really cared. I sucked his cock on the drive back to my place and we fucked the rest of the afternoon before he left me to rest. His huge cock had pumped my pussy until I screamed. ‘Yes my good man. You were driving. I’ll stand by you over this. You’ll get ninety days but I’ll compensate you.’ They both staggered out on to the sidewalk unaware that a gas pipe in the building had been severed. The car motor was still running, battery acid was dripping from the cracked battery case. Something ignited and there was a violent explosion, hurling Ryan and Merton into the street, falling just short of the arriving police car as it braked heavily to avoid them. The two cops.