It's no longer our apartment building she's running from but an office building of some sort.I feel guilty. I should be helping out the firefighters. ...Instead I'm standing across the street dressed as a woman. I suddenly feel very self-conscious; quite vain in fact. I wonder how I look standing there in my heels, hose, panties, bra, makeup and wig. I sense contempt all around me. I want to say (to the men): "I bet I have better legs than any of your wives. In fact I know I do!" I feel downright. As I looked over her shoulder, I saw a picture of Kendall and Summer Romance Guy (Paul?) on a shelf, hugging and looking happily at the camera."I ... if you have a minute, I wanted to apologize for being so creepy today." Oh bless your heart," she said. "You didn't have to come all the way here ... it's alright." She waved a hand between us as if dispersing any bad karma that might be hovering there."I know you meant well, Randy. You may not have been real smooth about it ... but I can tell you. " Dr. Bergerud started, but I interrupted before he could finish."Is your daughter included in your fun?" I asked. "Have you fucked Katie?" I whispered. I remembered how surprised and, in my mind at least, guilty, Katie had appeared when I arrived back at the hotel that night, obviously much earlier than expected. She hadn't appeared shocked at what was going on in the bedroom, just that I had witnessed it.I had no proof, but I was certain Katie had been involved with Heather, and Stacey.. Instead of stopping to make this last longer, I began to rub harder, bringing her to her first orgasm. She bucked and squirmed beneath my hand as she moaned loudly, biting her lower lip to try and mask the sound. I let her body calm down beneath my finger and watched as she began to sit up. I pushed her back down onto the bed and smiled at her. “I am not done with you yet.” I said with a sly smile. She laid there looking up at me, a bit of fear in her eyes. I could tell that she was the person.