The garters of my garter belt were clearly visible sticking out from the bottom of the short, kimono style robe. The front was cut low enough that the... center clasp of my satin bra was openly visible. I could feel the makeup, surely smeared, on my face. I imagined I looked like anything but a man.In a tiny voice, I confessed. "Fawn. When I'm dressed like this, I call myself Fawn."Linda smiled. Donna giggled. I felt more humiliated than before."I knew it. I knew it," Donna said. "When I watched. There was no way I will ever be able to see that bare navel or that lovely breasts. This was a torture. Only God could help me here. But even that seemed unlikely.I made tea for her as we both sat watching a T20 match on TV. It seemed that she was a huge fan of Kohli. Who isn’t? She was totally engrossed in the match and hardly was showing any interest in talking to me. I decided that I should now concentrate on my daughter at least.I found my daughter seeing Youtube videos on iPad. She liked. "Well, word on the street says you haven't been keepingup on your work. Something about more bug checks?"Peter all of a sudden became defensive. "Hey, have you been snoopingthrough my mail!?" Ha!" Susan laughed. "No, I just came back from your boss, Tessa. Sheloves to complain about you whenever I'm in there! I've got dirt on youPete!"Peter's grimace turned back into a smile. "Right. Well I'd better get toit. See you around Dominic!" Dominic gave a small wave as Peter's groupcleared out. Susan. “What, all of them?” “The music, dummy!” She grinned and returned to her job —serving drinks and deflecting the attentions of college boys. A college junior herself she had no time for their retarded come-ons. Or for the posturing of rock-star wannabees. These Rejects were a pretty tight outfit, though, and the lead guitarist definitely drew a second glance. He wasn’t conventionally handsome—features a little too angular. It was more the way he leaned into those riffs, the effortless flight.