I called a cab and took it to a Local discount store, which I had found on line. I went ape shit crazy. I did not want to be in the same situation aga...in. I needed everything. The things I bought were not sexy at all. It seemed from the background file that Laura was a dyke. She wasn't the quiet hide in the shadows kind of lesbian. She was an agitator who wrote mostly about the 'movement' and female sports. She had several pieces in sports magazines over the last few years. I had no idea where. She was weary, but it wasn’t because of the day’s fighting. Later everyone else retired to their rooms and homes. Some of them slept outside. They didn’t mind though for makeshift tents were built. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ During the night, Pristine’s court met in the main parlor. ‘We need to do something about finding this Lance and bringing him back.’ whispered Allora. ‘I know.’ the others said. ‘Lance reminded of another legend.’ commented Grace. ‘What legend?’ asked Fanesse. ‘Follow me.’. Should be pretty loadedin an hour. I writhed against the pole, caught my tits and wrapped themaround the metal, made the nipples touch. Always a crowd pleaser. I hadhis attention. I ran a finger inside my crotch strip.A flick of the wrist, just a slight motion. Flashed! I could getarrested if I got caught but it was worth the risk. I could see hiseyes widen, drunk as he had to be, when he caught a glimpse of myshaved pussy. Just to make sure, I flashed him again. If he didn't get the message. Neither Kirk nor Marcy wanted the other hurt, so both began faking orgasms to give the other the impression that his/her body was totally satisfying when, in truth, both minds were filled with images of another lover that each longed to be with.Marcy underwent the breast and hip enhancement procedure which was a complete success. Her recovery time was much less than anticipated and so at the first opportunity, she stood before her ebony paramour."Strip bitch, let me see you."Marcy teased a bit.