A place to leave her calling card.“Jay, pack your shit. We’re going to the bay for the weekend. Pack EVERYTHING,” she said all in one breath.“...Yep. Yep. Be there in 15,” replies Jay.Taryn begins to pace in her bedroom. She absolutely hates packing. But she would committ fashion suicide if she just packed a random handful of clothes. She begins to pluck and pull any and everything from her closets. Opening and shutting dresser drawers. Surveying both shoe nooks and eventually decides to pack her. ”“Ok, um, we were going to the restaurant, remember?” I reminded them.They did their childish bickering all the way downstairs and even in the car as Rita and I sat in the back seat to avoid any swinging hands that might accidentally get thrown.“Ok where’s this place at? Will it show up on GPS?” Chris asked.“Yeah just type in your zip code and Café Stratos, S-T-R-A-T-O-S, and it should come up, we only been there once and we found it by accident so we’re not exact on it yet,” I said.He typed it. I will leave how you do the last part up to you.’I handed the note to Elizabeth. “What does she mean by that part at the end?”She chuckled as she read the note. “Remember what I said about no rules? She is giving you permission to treat her as much like a kitten as you wish. You can have her sit at the table for meals, or put her food on a dish by your feet so she can eat it in the same way a cat would. You can feed her treats out of your hand or put a saucer of milk on the table for her to lap. I also had on a micro-skirt showing off my ass cheeks just enough to see standing straight up and showing off my tramp-stamp tattoo GET SOME right above my ass crack. Sexy pink thong underneath that plus knee high black leather high heel boots and sexy blonde wig. I did my make-up so perfect you would never tell i was a man without grabbing My crotch. So After i got all done up, i went for a walk, just to enjoy the air and feel sexy but the night had more to it that! I was walking in a.