When they got back they were very active and talkative. They told me they had a hard time finding the studio and that it was in a small house run by a... blind man. that was why they came back late. They said they were able to record five songs, but they did not have a tape or a cd from the session. If that never materialized, I'd know something had happened other than them making music together. As they had gotten back later than they planned, her friend let me know that he wanted to take us out. "Hell yes I am," I tell him and he smiles at me as he puts me down. "Next time," he says, "I’ll take my time and fuck you right." Then he hands me a card, a key and gives me a gentle kiss. "Until next time," he says, then gets in a car not too far away and drives off. I stand there in my stupor and realize I never told him my name. I read the card and it says The right man for you. Call me. I definitely will. I pace back and forth in my apartment holding that card wondering if its too soon to. .. and long hair flapping in my eyes. I freaked and slammedinto the shore. Falling out and landing, in my new, softer body... Theboat was ok and the engine worked... but then I found I couldn't feelsomething between my legs... I just freaked out. Over a day before Icould get myself to act... Luckily by then I wasn't alone."The soft looking blonde spoke, "The name used to be Dean. Now it'sDiane Gator. I had noticed him preparing that boat of his while lookingfor shops in the coast town. Being a. She hadn't thought about Ronda's asshole staring up at her while she—did what? 'Eat her out, ' she thought. That was what her friends had called it, but she didn't really know what that meant.Amy thought about digging, and what Ronda had done to her; what had felt good to her would probably do the same for Ronda, so she started with a kiss, and then another. On the third kiss, she sucked in one of the inner lips and rolled it around in her mouth. The taste wasn't as bad as she had imagined it.