I didn’t like it when the husband was forced to crossdress or be sissies. And I disliked stories where the man would worship the woman and call her... “mistress” or “princess”. But I liked it when cuckold relationship was exposed to the public. An especially exciting storyline for me was when the husband was forced to watch the wife get nasty in public like at a dance club or bar. I don’t know why all this turned me. Maybe it was my wishful thinking—that my wife would be interested in sex. . Tink had told him that he would be getting a big tip, as this would be his first and to be sure to tell the John about it.Thursday came, and Lynzi took his makeup to Tink's apartment in the Quarter. Lynzi let himself in. It was a pretty large place for the French Quarter and it was decorated to perfection. You would have never known by the outside, what was in the inside. Lynzi didn't know much about art, wines, and the cultural part of life, but apparently Tink did. ?Amazing how much. If the weather was bad, the walls were brought down, at least at night and if it was really cold the barn door to the pasture was closed at night too. Annie’s mind flowed to cold nights. By the time it got cold again, this would all be over, and Spencer would have moved on to another job. Hopefully, Ron would be in prison and she would be safe. Papa would be all better and they could manage things alone again. The work didn’t bother her; it was the alone again that she dreaded. Spencer was not. "I think not, I don't dance," she said."So what do you do on dates, that are not dates?" Roger asked."You don't want to do that either," she said."Oh well if it involves the sacrifice of small animals, no I don't." he said."You are implying I'm a witch," she said with a serious laugh. "I like that." If the broom fits," he said."Usually we go home and have sex," she replied simply while looking away. "If we did that, I assure you, it would be nothing personal." Then on a strictly logical note,.