And then she remembered the pink ribbon. And the plug. So she quickly undid her skirt and panties and put the ribbon on. When she put the plug in she ...wondered if it would remain in all evening. She decided it would be up to Daddy and it made her clitty feel tight in the ribbon he made her wear. The lobby was packed when she came down. She scanned all over hoping to spot him so she could go to him and get away from the crowd. They were noisy and had obviously been partying so some were even. Headlights came around the corner and swept over me. I casually hooked one heel on the rear bumper, letting my skirt ride up. I know its a cheap trick, but it usually works. It did tonight too. One bike slowed and stopped, followed by the other. A deep but unmistakably female voice called out. ‘Nice legs. Want a lift there sweet cheeks?’ ‘Sure.’ I really didn’t anticipate trouble. I had once had a run in with a group of Hell’s Angels in the 1950’s but they were good sports about my kicking. " I typed into MSN. "Hey you. How are you doing?" He replied. For several minutes we chatted about what we had been up to over the past few days, while I ate my lunch. Everyone at my table was heavily absorbed in their food, books or laptops, so there wasn't much need for me to speak. "I've had a few dreams about you the past couple of nights." I typed to Matthew. "Yeah? Good dreams I hope." "Of course. They were both about me meeting you. Pretty normal ones though. One where we were having. There’s probably some therapeutic level you have to get to before they work the way they’re supposed to. Well anyway, I just stopped by to tell you what’s happening on the case, if you’re interested.”She picked up the remote and clicked off the TV. “Of course, I’m interested, but I’m not sure I want to hear it. Is it good or bad?”Okay, I thought, let’s see if I can stir something up.I answered, “Whether it’s good or bad depends on whether I’m talking to my Aunt Margie or to Dagmar. I’m working.