A strange sensation for me.Matt understood that I was displeased. And he was certainly sensitive enough not to tease me about my temporary appearance....I tried for bright, “So what’s today’s agenda?”“Contact lenses. Ever wear them?”“No. Well, a couple of times. Wanted to see how I liked green eyes.”“Good, then you know the drill.”“What else?”“Movement lessons. Walking, slouching — maybe Roland will put a little gimp in your step.”“That’s all?”“No, tattoos too. Melissa will give you some ink. Not. No matter what I did I could not calm down; with the realization about John, I wanted to get back at him.Getting out of the tub, I began to dry my hair. With my long red hair it always takes a long time to dry. Working it with my brush and dryer I then began to concentrate on my afternoon. As I stood there in front of the mirror and even though I saw myself I also could see what I did back at that sex place.I could see myself sitting there leaning forward sucking those men's dicks, I swear I. You need to turn that down!! Scares the fish off. I turned to explain.. I was shocked to see her thin panties staring at meabout two arm lengths away. On her hands and knees tuning the radio. She couldnt even hear me. Her short skirt had rode up high on that cute assher shapely thighs spread invitingly. The thin fabric did little too hide her dark curly pubic hairs as they crept out each side. I stood rooted to the spotunable to speak or move. My penis was swelling fast, and I had a good idea. We would have to cross over on water. None of us were boaters so we would go around north to find a way eastward. The map showed I-65 crossing the rivers and they were much smaller. It was just a long way around. We started out now to the north.The first crossing two days later was easy. The bridge was only out on one side. The portion we used looked damaged but we went slowly and carefully. The second crossing almost defeated us. The land off the old roadway was swampy. The bridges were gone.