Then they slowly widened, surprise dawning. What was she seeing? My muscles quivering inside me? Was she seeing my fear? The blood rushing to my ears?... Could she see discomfort in me?I couldn't take it. I couldn't carry the burden of my guilt. It rested too heavy. I opened my mouth."You feel the same way, don't you," Mary said suddenly before I could confess. "You don't love Cassandra, you're in love with her." I..." What could I say? Not trusting myself, not knowing what words to utter, I. “Hmm, hold that thought for later, mister. Let’s go before we get too distracted.”We took a taxi to the club and as I expected, made everybody stare when we entered the establishment. We made our way to the cocktail bar where we enjoyed an olive Martini as we took in our surroundings. The club’s décor was plush and opulent to the extreme. The music was strictly funky house and complimented by soft blue lighting throughout. We both love dancing and it wasn’t too long before we were ready to show. I mean really looked at her. She had a nice soft glow about her. She shimmered a very nice airy blue color. I don't know what made me do it but I just had to."Officer Shelton? Would you care to have dinner with me this evening? I am tired of my own cooking, and your company would be better than anything I have had recently" I said. A slight exaggeration, but worth it if she said yes.She cocked her head and looked at me."Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. Lindsy?" she asked, her eyes seeming. For some reason that I can’t explain, I just let it slide down, below my tits. My heart was pounding and I could feel that familiar, nice tingling in my pussy.“Why aren’t I asking daddy to re-tuck it?” I kept asking myself and I kept opening my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Not even when the bouncing of the ambulance caused the blanker to slide completely off and to the floor.I looked around and saw 2 old men looking at me and I kept trying to work out why my mouth wouldn’t work. I even.