"A glass of wine for the lady?" Steve smiled back and Michele nodded.Steve went to the kitchen area and sorted out the drinks. While he wasgone Miche...le looked over at the side table to see what Steve had beenlooking at when she came out of the bedroom. She leaned over andsnatched up the Polaroids and looked at them. She was speechless. Thephotos depicted her in various poses in front of the full-length mirror. In quite a few of them she was holding up her skirt and posingprovocatively. She. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I'm OK!" I assured Dennis. "Now what do we do?" asked Zaza.And with that one of Gigi's favorite movies popped into my head."Come on everybody! It's like what Judy Garland always said to Mickey Rooney.'We can do our own show!'"You would have thought I'd grown two heads with the way they all were looking at me.I took both of Dennis' hands and looked him straight in the eye. "It's time youshow everyone what you know." But we already have Hank playing the Hammer Man", he. He rubbed my toes tenderly. The sensation was pleasant. Much more pleasant than I expected. He is very experienced! He has done this many times before. I am sure. When his fingers probed under the cast, I moaned softly. ?Am I hurting you?? Steven asked. ?No, I just?’’ Unexpectedly, I am at a loss for words. I don’t like this predicament at all. ?That’s enough. Thank you.? I said. Steven stopped massaging my toes and looked guiltily at me. I took the cast below the knee. . I'm pretty sure I'm in... maybe... pretty sure...? No!aaaannnnddd..... Oh Yeah!!! That's the stuff! wait... no... wait... wait….!and then... it was as if God (his own bad self) somehow reached around (with his surprisingly girlish hand) and parted the clouds. Revealing to me... (Oh! There it is!) one, hellafat pussy. (did I mention that I like girlies with hellafat pussies?)How did I miss that! Dude! I can see right in her! It's gonna be like ringing a dinner bell... CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!.