I bided my time as I got to know him; I am sometimes insecure in approaching men because, being nearly six feet tall, redheaded and very curvy (wide h...ips, thick thighs, a slight belly and an ass that I often can't get all the way into jeans, yet a small waist and breasts on the smaller -- though very perky -- side), I worry I won't be every man's cup of tea. My reservations, of course, didn't stop me from fantasizing about him constantly and trying to show off a little at rehearsals, and as we. Of course, Thai food was on the menu. We thoroughly stuffed ourselves with a delicious spread of Thai dishes while beginning our nightly buzz with some good alcohol. It was beers for the boys, but nothing but the least expensive local Thai whiskey on the rocks for me. After we took some photos with the cute local Thai girl staff we decided to head over to Skybar, made infamous by the movie Hangover 2. Once on top of the roof on the 65th floor we decided to start off on the lounge side of the. I lookeddown past my tummy to see... nothing. No penis or balls hanging, nothingnot even pubic hair. Just smooth skin running up between my legs. Thatis when I had enough. I turned, shut off the light and returned to mybed.I laid down and my mind was racing. I closed my eyes hoping to calm downand fall back asleep. Instead I started thinking about something fromlong ago in my past. Something I had never shared with anyone. Only oneother person knew of this but they were dead. I swore I heard. "Is there anything I can do," Mark pleaded, one half of him thinking that he could just push her over, grab his mangled shorts and run, while the other half was considering pushing her robe off her shoulders and fucking her right up against the fence. "anything at all, that would make you reconsider? I really can't get in trouble." This was true, as Mark had been busted with pot on one occasion, liquor another, and wasn't about to let this be his third strike. "Hmm, let me think." She placed a.