.. with an ID on a neck strap ... I moved into the yard. Looking back at the gate I saw my cabbie arguing with the gate guard. He ... the driver ... s...aw me looking and waved a handful of bills at me.I trotted back.“Tip,” I said.“You’re kidding,” said the guard. But he turned to the driver and explained. Big eyes ... sagging chin ... shock. He still tried to give the majority back.Wasn’t having it. I knew ... that the change from a capitalist society to a Mao perceived communism was going to be. . go easy... love me! Love me!" An owl hooted somewhere far in the surrounding darkness. Two spent men glided the limp lady easily off their glistening shafts. Martin took me in his right hand, draped my mistress over his wide shoulders, and walked to the blanket, where Ingrid slept soundly. But she wasn't alone there. A sexy, little vixen body, covered in stylized birds, was laying beside her. Two black cherry eyes drowned us in an intoxicated gaze. Angelika. "Want some Schwarzwald fun, you. We all want or hope they would allow us to stick our tongues out and lick their cleavage. That is the type of joint this bar appears to be. However, it isn’t always like that with each young lady working there, it only seems like it. It’s a prerequisite of working there though. Nevertheless, Cory, Renee’s husband, and I talked about almost everything under the sun. Half of that, I could care less about, but he seems to believe we are bonding and a friendship is forming between us. No, I was. Chapter I: Nancy the ?Sex by Phone? t-girl.During the following day I could barely made it at work. I was constantly day dreaming about Mike. All I was thinking, all day long, was about what outfit I was going to select tonight, getting home, getting dressed and wait for his call.Once at home, I started my transformation process and couple of hours later Nancy was alive again. Nothing was missing: glued breast forms, immaculate purple make-up and contacts, corset, long black wig and.