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Number 31 of a series of individual stories. The Auction By SONIA (E-mail [email protected] - Please send comments) Chapter 1 - Friday Evening I wonder how many men were greeted by their wife when they arrived home from work on a Friday in the way I was on occasions. My wife, Sally Anne was standing on the doorstep holding out a glass of whisky for me wearing a set of matching pink satin bra, panties and suspender belt, black stockings and black knee high leather boots - and nothing else! The panties were my favourite style - full cut and had layers of lace over the bottom and around the legs and waist. Wow! What was even better was that I knew when she was feeling sexy it was going to be an amazing time for me. Good bye the work executive - hello my alter ego Sonia. Sally Anne and I had many fun times when I was dressed as Sonia. Sonia had developed from a dare many months ago, into another member of the family and a part of my life I know I could not live without. As soon as I slipped on a pair of panties my work worries evaporated. My body began to literally tingle in anticipation. What had Sally Anne planned? My cross dressing was very much led by Sally Anne. I did not dress every day nor wear panties 24/7. Sonia was something I looked forward to and was part of our life and not the whole of our life. Sally Anne and I had a very active sex life even when Sonia was not there. "We are going to have a great day tomorrow. Our membership application for the country club has been accepted at long last. Tomorrow we are going to the club for a game of tennis in the afternoon and then home to change and back for the evening as they are having an 'Auction of Promises' to raise money for breast cancer and who knows what bargains we can bid for." All this time while she chatted away to me about the fun we would have at the club we were still standing on the door step with her sexy outfit exposed for anyone to see although she was part shielded from full view by me. "Come along, darling. There is a bath waiting for you so relax and change while I finish supper." I finally headed up stairs and as I passed the bedroom on the way to the bathroom I glanced in and saw laid on the bed a pale lemon pleated skirt, white blouse and a set of pale lemon lingerie in my favourite satin with ivory lace trim. I could barely wait. In the bath I shaved my legs and smiled to myself as I felt my hairless face. The pain of the electrolyses treatment had been worth it to no longer need to shave. That had always been the biggest problem of passing as a woman and prior to electrolyses I always had to find places to shave and reapply my makeup every few hours - no more. As I lay in the bath I glanced at the rubbish bin and saw a number of curly hairs near it and I knew this meant that Sally Anne had shaved off her pubic hair again. As Sonia, I felt much more like pleasing Sally Anne as a woman might and I much preferred being buried between her legs with her baby smooth rather than getting a mouth full of pubes. I got out of the bath dried and headed to my room and gazed at the clothes. I felt almost light headed, intoxicated by the anticipation of the feel of the lingerie caressing my body. I fastened the suspender belt around me and slipped on the ivory stockings and then the panties. I let out a sigh of sheer pleasure and felt the week's stresses fade into insignificance. The bra was next with my false breasts forms. Sally Anne had put out my blonde wig so I knew tonight she wanted me as her girl-friend. Sometimes she was happy for me to not have my wig and makeup but instead to be a man in panties which in many ways was the way I enjoyed it most - it was so naughty to be a man wearing lingerie that it was more exciting in some ways. I sat at the dressing table and did my hair and makeup and then slipped on the blouse. It was new and I saw that the blouse was quite sheer so my bra showed through. The skirt was next which was also new and the style I loved - it was pleated and quite full and long enough to cover my stockings but only just. A pair of cream court shoes and I was ready. When I arrived downstairs Sally Anne had put on a skirt and blouse but in many ways I don't know why she bothered. The blouse was a sheer pink material which showed her bra through and the skirt was pink satin and only just covered her bottom with her stockings still exposed and every time she bent at all the ruffled panties were on show. Not the most practical outfit but incredibly sexy! That evening we certainly looked like an odd couple - Sally Anne stockings exposed flashing her panties at almost every move and me respectably dressed apart from the major bulge in my skirt where my erection was pushing through my panties and skirt! The best part of that evening was the anticipation of what was to follow. We kissed and cuddled a lot but almost by mutual unspoken consent we did no more. We were like newly weds just loving the closeness without releasing our animal passions - yet. After supper we watched television cuddled together and then finally Sally Anne moved in my arms in a way to make my hand fall on her breast and then the build up of excitement took over. Touching her nipple she literally shuddered in my arms and soon I had slipped from the seat and dropped between her legs and I gave all my love to her intimate area until she gripped my head, pulling me to her as she came. Feeling her orgasm start, I continued licking her clitoris but more gently in the way I knew she loved, not stopping until I felt her begin to relax and let go of my head. I moved up to her and we kissed furiously and then together we dropped to the floor and she guided me into her and we made love until we were both finally satisfied. We cuddled together in the afterglow and then headed up to bed. That night Sally Anne gave me a long pink silk nightie to wear with a ruched bodice and matching bra and panties and insisted that I kept my false breasts in and my wig on. She slipped into a white satin baby doll nightie and we slid into bed and cuddled together. Chapter 2 - The Country Club The next morning I brought Sally Anne breakfast in bed and then we lazed around in our nighties reading the newspaper and enjoying the relaxation. At 11.30 Sally Anne showered and then so did I. When I went back into our room Sally Anne already had on her tennis whites and mine were laid on the bed. I thought back to the first time I had worn these when we went away to Scotland for a weekends holiday. What fun that had been. Sally Anne's outfit was a very short sleeveless top with a short tennis skirt which was slim cut and had a single pleat down the rear. As I came in looking at her she saw me looking and with a grin lifted the front of her skirt. Below the skirt she had put on a pair of nylon white panties - only they were not real tennis panties! Real tennis panties were designed to be seen and in a way so were Sally Anne's except hers were designed to be seen in the bedroom! They were full cut with the right lace trim around the legs and across the bottom ... but were semi transparent. "You really are naughty," I said, "You will get us thrown out of the Country Club on the first day dressed like that." "Polite people won't be looking," she replied. I started dressing by first putting on my cut down panty girdle that held me tightly in control and then slipped on my tennis panties. They still excited me every time I wore them as they were closer to frilly babies pants than tennis panties with lots of lace on the bottom and around the legs. I put on my bra and false breasts and then my tennis blouse and my short pleated wrap around tennis skirt. "I really can't believe how it is acceptable to go out dressed like this with a tennis racket in your hand but you would probably be arrested if you wore the same outfit in, say, red fabric around town," I said looking in the mirror. I fitted my wig with a lot of clips to make sure it stayed put and then did my makeup and we were ready. Driving to the Country Club was fun as I was as good as sitting in the car in my frilly panties. At the club we parked and together walked over to the entrance. As we went to sign in the girl on the desk said, "Hello Sally Anne, welcome to the Club. Couldn't your husband make it today?" "No, he is not himself today. I have brought my friend Sonia along as my guest." I certainly wasn't myself - I was Sonia! I signed in and paid the guest fee and we headed to the bar for a pre-game drink. Walking along with my skirt swishing around my legs was wonderful. As we went into the bar there were several other people in their tennis whites and so we fitted in perfectly. Sally Anne bought drinks and we sat on the terrace watching others play tennis. Looking across at Sally Anne her skirt had ridden up a little and it was as if she was sitting there without panties! The sun was shining on her and everything was on show. It was just as well she had shaved off her pubes as that would have drawn attention to her even more. Seeing my look she glanced down and grinned before crossing her legs. As I looked back to the tennis I saw a sandy haired man standing with his mouth open looking across at Sally Anne. He had clearly seen. She saw him looking and gave him a cheeky grin. He went back to his game but seemed to have lost the ability to play and was soon walking off the court having lost his match. He said good bye to his friend and walked towards us and with a broad grin he said, "It was very nice to see you. Can I buy you two lovely ladies a drink." We giggled at his comment and accepted his offer and he sat and chatted to us introducing himself as Peter. Peter was not married and a little older than us and clearly a bit of a flirt. Sally Anne lapped it up and after a while she allowed her crossed legs to open just enough for him to get another look before jumping up and saying, "We must go. Its our time on court." As we walked away Peter said, "Are you coming tonight? I'd love to see more of you!" Sally Anne blew him a kiss and walked away. "He really is naughty," she said, "I might have some fun tonight. You don't mind do you?" Our marriage was far from traditional and if Sally Anne had a fling with Peter tonight I did not worry. One time, a while ago she had had an affair with a work colleague, Justin, while I watched and then later the same colleague had made love to me! The game of tennis was made more fun by the fact that Peter came to watch and I could not decide whether my frilly bottom or Sally Anne's got the most attention. As normal, I played a weaker game than my male game and I used every opportunity to bend low ready to receive a ball from Sally Anne, knowing how much frilly panty I was flashing. Peter bought us more drinks after the match and then we headed home to change. As soon as we left the Club Sally Anne took off her skirt and began gently stroking herself through her transparent panties. She undid my skirt and filled it out from below me and then she slipped her hand inside her panties and soon was panting with pleasure as she came. Driving along in my frilly panties felt so naughty and I loved every second of it. At home Sally Anne did not even put on her skirt as she walked from the car to the front door and having glanced around I followed suit. Outside in just my panties - what could be better! Chapter 3 - The Auction of Promises We lazed around for a while and then started getting ready for the evening. After Sally Anne had bathed I followed and lay there in the scented water feeling very relaxed. In the bedroom Sally Anne had put out our clothes. For herself, she had selected black satin lingerie with a purple blouse and a slinky black satin skirt . For me she had put out a pale apricot coloured satin dress which had a built in net petticoat to give it a little fullness. She had put with this the orange satin and black lace trimmed set of lingerie. Again I put on a panty girdle first to control myself and then together we dressed, did our hair and our makeup. We both wore black stockings and high heeled shoes although mine were not as high as hers. We both looked really good and I was quite excited at the prospect of an evening out as Sonia. We had another drink while waiting for the taxi I had booked and then set off for the function. It was quite a big event and as we headed to the ballroom I enjoyed looking at all the outfits around me. There was everything from full ball gowns to girls in mini skirts. As I walked along I imagined wearing each of the outfits and how good they would feel. We found our table on the table plan and I grinned to myself when I saw a name crossed out and Peter's name added. We met up with Peter and he introduced us to another guy on his own called Charles. Charles was a little younger than Stephen and had blonde hair and blue eyes and really was very good looking. We got drinks and ordered wine for the meal and spent an enjoyable time chatting to them both. My 'femme' voice was quite quiet and husky and I seemed to be accepted by Charles quite well. He seemed a little aloof for the first part of the evening and then Charles downed his glass of beer and said, "Who fancies some bubbly." He gestured to me to finish my half full glass of spritzer and so I drank it down and Charles took my hand and led me to the bar to accompany him as we ordered the Champagne. The thought of Champagne obviously livened Charles up as he became very friendly and I thought that it was going to be a fun evening. From aloof to all over me as the bottle of bubbly was drained! After a good meal the main event of the evening started - the Auction of Promises. There were some very good lots and Sally Anne bid for a few but did not get lucky. As the bids went on everyone got really into the swing of things and there was much laughing and joking. Sally Anne won a bid for a lakeside holiday home for a long weekend and I immediately started planning what we would do! "Lot number 97 - To cook a 4 course gourmet meal for a party of 4 including everything and this is from our new member Sally Anne," said the MC. I glanced at Sally Anne and she just winked at me. The bidding started and went up quite quickly and I noticed that Stephen was bidding for it. As the hammer finally fell with Stephen wining he said, "I hope you can cook as well as you look!" Before I could make any comment my ears homed in on the MC who was saying, "Lot number 98 - To clean your house for you for a day and this is from our new member Sally Anne's friend Sonia." My mouth immediately went dry and my heart beat furiously. Both Stephen and Charles bid for this one and soon they were the only one's left in the bidding. Charles looked at me and gave me a wink and added ?20.00 to his already high bid and this told Stephen he meant business and finally Stephen dropped out. I could not believe how much the bid had gone for and was pleased that it was for a good charity. What happened next, however, had me stunned. Charles got to his feet and said, "As this is raising money for a great charity I will double my bid for my house cleaner for the day .... if she will dress in a French maid's costume." There were squeals of laughter and a great amount of clapping and jeering. The sound finally dropped and the MC, grinning widely, said, "What about it, Sonia?" What could I do? Then my penis took over my actions and I found myself standing and saying, "For charity I will do it. So long as dear Charles does not think that he can pinch my bottom every time I pass." There was more cheering and then the MC moved on to the next bid. Charles grinned at me in a cheeky way, leant over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and put his arm around me. I noticed that Stephen was also snuggling up to Sally Anne and as I glanced over Sally Anne gave me a look of 'Is it OK for me to kiss Stephen?' and recognising her intent I very slightly nodded my head OK. She then gave me a nod of approval for me and Charles. I once again met my dilemma. I was almost straight but had had my dear transsexual friend, Stacy, make love to me several times. There had also then been that time with Justin! Having hidden in a wardrobe watching him make love to Sally Anne it had developed into him admitting he was bi-sexual and ended up with him having sex with me. Clearly Charles had no idea I was a man and hence sex was not in the question but was kissing a man acceptable? My dilemma seemed so insolvable. If you accept that Sally Anne and I have a fairly open relationship where we have alternative partners then the fact that I am with another person is not the issue. If I am outwardly a woman then being kissed by a man is not really an issue. If when I am dressed I feel like a woman then pretending to be a woman is not really an issue. Even taking the argument the whole way, if I have had anal sex with my wife and using a dildo she has had the same with me then is it really an issue if I have sex with a man. My deliberations were interrupted as the last lot was secured and the MC announced how much we had raised - a lot of money. Stephen suggested we left and offered us coffee at his house and before I could say anything Sally Anne had agreed and was getting to her feet. Charles and I followed. In the car I was in the back with Charles and he was the perfect gentleman. His arm was around me but he made no other advance. Even at Stephen's house all we did was chat and we seemed to have quite a lot in common. When I told him I liked ice hockey he said, "You know, you really are my sort of woman." He leant over and gave me another kiss and suggested going for a short walk down to the river. I agreed leaving Stephen and Sally Anne alone. As we left the room Sally Anne and I exchanged knowing looks and to confirm the situation I simply said, "Have fun." As Charles and I walked hand in hand I really felt comfortable with him and really enjoyed his company. Not for the first time I wished that I was a real woman and could offer what Sally Anne was now offering Stephen! At the river he kissed me and as we cuddled together I could feel his erection and I prayed that my panty girdle was doing its job and he could not feel me - that would take some explaining. We headed back to Stephen's house after about a half hour and when we went in we found Sally Anne looking a bit dishevelled sitting sipping a brandy. We ordered a taxi and just as we were leaving Charles said, "Stephen is taking Sally Anne's auction promise up this Saturday and I would like to take up mine on Saturday also. I have someone very special coming to supper and I would like to make a good impression. I agreed and we said good bye and left. As the taxi set off Sally Anne cuddled over and said, "I hope you don't mind me being with Stephen. He is pretty good in the sack but not a patch on you." I did not mind as I was so sure of our relationship. We both liked having fun, however we could. That night we made love in such a gentle way as if letting each other know where our true love was. We fell asleep entwined in each others arms. Chapter 4 - Sonia the Maid That week, time passed very slowly as I considered what I was going to do on Saturday. I kept coming back to the thought that it felt much naughtier for me knowing I was a man rather than Charles who was expecting a woman to clean his house and give a bit of titillation at the same time. On Saturday morning I bathed and shaved my legs and then Sally Anne helped me get ready. My maid's costume was one of my favourite outfits. I started with a black satin corset and seamed stockings. Next was the maid's frilly panties which were black satin with layers of white lace over the bottom and around the legs. Next came a multi layered black satin petticoat with again layers of lace over it. This was so full it stuck out at about 45 degrees. The dress on top was yet again black satin and was a classic French maid's style with the white apron and all. The outfit billowed out so much I did not have to worry about anyone seeing my erection so I could enjoy the outfit even more. "Isn't this too sexy for a situation like this," I said, "I'm supposed to clean his house." "No. He bid for a French maid and he should get one." I looked in the mirror and saw the very tarty maid with exposed stockings and, with any slightest bend, exposed panties. I put my wig on and fixed it well in place and then did my makeup and I was as ready as I would ever be. I went from the kitchen into the garage and found Sonia had already opened the garage door so as I walked to the car I was on total view. In the car I sat down and was surrounded by a flurry of frilly petticoats as I started the engine and set off. Charles lived a few miles away and when I found his house I drove up his drive and as soon as the engine had stopped I saw Charles standing there. I felt a little flutter as he looked even better than I had remembered. Getting out of the car I was once again exposed for all to see from the road but luckily he lived on a quiet street. "Oh my God. You look fantastic," he said and gave me a kiss. I suddenly had doubts over what I was doing. If he decided to take advantage of me and discovered I was a man I would be the laughing stock of the Country Club and the news would spread like wild fire and soon everyone would know my secret. What on earth was I doing. It was so stupid. I suddenly panicked and pulled away and tried to get back to the car. "Don't go," Charles said, "I am sorry. Come and have a coffee." Running away would probably also make me out to be a fool so I went with him. We chatted over coffee but he seemed so interested in me I felt uneasy. After coffee I started doing my cleaning and everywhere I went Charles seemed to be near me and kept telling me how sexy I looked. I can tell you that I was feeling pretty sexy myself. I loved the maid's outfit and being able to flash my frilly panties to another man was pretty exciting. Charles was so complementary as I went about my jobs that I really began to like him and really wished that I was a woman and able to have sex with him. Charles's house was actually quite tidy and by lunch time I was finished. I prepared a simple lunch and we ate together, sharing a bottle of wine. "Who is your friend coming this evening who is so special," I asked, feeling a little like a jealous schoolgirl. Charles smiled and came across to me and said very quietly, "I said I liked women like you and this is what I like." Charles leant forward as if to kiss me and while my mind was not thinking straight he put his hand on my lap and even through the layers of petticoat he homed into my penis and held it! For an instant I thought my life was over but then I realised that he knew I was a man and liked the situation. "How did you find out?" I asked. "The old adage - it takes one to know one. I sometimes cross dress also but no where near as well as you do. I was suspicious from early on but when you drank your spritzer it was your Adam's apple that gave you away. It is the one thing that is very difficult to disguise. Men have a very obvious Adam's apple while women don't. As soon as I had spotted that, there were other small points that confirmed it - the unease with close contact and the like. My special person tonight - is you." I suddenly felt hugely relieved. I really liked Charles and now we could share the situation fully. "Tell me about you and Sally Anne," he said. "She is my wife. She dared me once to wear panties and go to the pub and we both found we liked it and here I am today. We have an open marriage but love each other more than words can tell. Our separate relationships are just fun with no ulterior motives." I went on to tell him of our adventures and how much fun we had. Charles sat enthralled and when I finally stopped talking he said, "Are you happy with a little closer contact now?" I nodded and he came over to me and we kissed much more passionately. Charles looked flustered and finally said, "Do you go with men?" My dilemma rose and passed and I said, "Sally Anne and I are happy to do anything for fun." Charles kissed me again and said, "I can't tell you how much I have hoped for today to turn out well. I have dreamt about you every night this week and never in my wildest dreams did I think you would arrive in such a sexy outfit. I so want to make love to you." What dilemma? I put out my hand to Charles and we stood and following my suggestion we headed to his bedroom. I do not know if it was the outfit or what, but the slut in me took over and I undid Charles trousers and allowed them to fall to the floor. His shorts followed and I sat on the bed and was face to face with his manhood jutting towards me. It seemed the natural thing to do - I took the end of his penis into my mouth and slowly started to kiss and suck it, feeling him squirm under my attention and gasp with the intimate contact. I took him to the very edge of orgasm and then stopped and in a quiet voice said, "Make love to me." Charles slid on a condom as I slid a cushion down the bed and wriggled face down onto it with my frilly panty covered bottom jutting provocatively into the air. I went to remove my panties and he stopped me which suited me fine, I much preferred sex when dressed sexily. From the bedside drawer he took out some KY jelly and added more to the condom and then pulled the panties down a little and applied some to my anus. He slid his finger into me and with my experience from previous times I was able to relax and give him easy entry. It felt wonderful as I felt him caress me from the inside. He removed his finger and I felt him touch me with his penis and slowly slide into me. Some momentary pain and then he was in and my mind filled with feelings of pleasure as my body filled with his contact. He entered me fully and began thrusting in and out, initially gently and then as his excitement rose he became more frantic. As always happens in this situation my excitement rose to a fever pitch and just before he came inside me I came in my panties. It all felt so good. Temporarily sated Charles withdrew and we moved on the bed and cuddled together. "I think I have rather soggy panties," I said grinning at Charles, "I am not going to be very special for you tonight." "Oh yes you are," he said, "I have the perfect outfit for you if you would like to wear it." "What is it," I said trying to imagine what he might have. The typical woman's response over fashion said I wanted to know now so I pestered him until he showed me. "I had seen this dress in a speciality shop for cross dressers for ages and after the auction I hoped today would happen as it has and so I bought it and hoped you would wear it for me." "Let me see it," I commanded. Charles opened a door on his wardrobe and hanging there was the most exotic dress I have ever seen. The dress was from cerise satin with black and white lace trim and had seven layers of petticoats, each one was ruffled and double laced in black and white, with the petticoat layers alternated in black and white. There was so much bulk in the petticoats that even on the hanger it billowed out almost horizontally. On another hanger was a matching pair of full panties with even more layers of lace. It really was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. "Its gorgeous!" I said and kissed him again. As I went to look again at the dress I glanced to the side and saw at the end of the wardrobe a short leather dress. Charles saw me looking at said, "I did say I cross dressed sometimes." I looked at the dress and browsed through a few other things and then simply said, "You must dress also." "I've never dressed in front of anyone else," he said. "Well then this will be your first time. Lets shower and change." I took my dress and panties and headed for the guest bathroom and left Charles to change in his room using his en-suite. I know it seems silly but it did not feel right having us as two men naked in the same room. I am sure a psychologist would say that when dressed I was someone else and away from reality but I did not care about the reason. I showered and dressed putting back on my corset and stockings and then the panties and the dress. The dress was better than I could ever have dreamed about. It was so full that when I went through the doorway from the bathroom to the guest bedroom it literally brushed on each side and as I moved it made a wonderful rustling noise. After doing my hair and makeup I yelled at Charles, "Are you ready?" In reply the door opened and there stood a very sexy woman. He had on the leather dress which was fully padded at the bust and then skin tight to the waist and then flared out in folds of leather. Stockings were exposed below and his boots were leather and over the knee. He had leather gloves above the elbow and heavy makeup and a dark wig. What a contrast to my femininity. As Charles walked over to me I could see he was well used to being dressed like this and had a very feminine movement as he walked. We kissed gently and headed down stairs to get supper. I don't think I had felt as sexy in ages - the dress was just out of this world. As we prepared supper we kept looking at each other and grinning and commenting on how good each other looked. We drank wine and chatted and enjoyed each others company and whenever we passed each other we kissed lightly. After supper we had brandies and then Charles took the lead and we headed to his room - we both knew what we wanted. Charles made love to me this time face to face with my legs held high over his back and as he delved through the layers of fabric to find my waiting body we giggled like school girls. As he entered me we kissed, albeit in a somewhat cramped position. This time I kept control of myself and when he had finally orgasmed I whispered, "My turn now." I wanted to be able to see myself make love to Charles so I guided him to the end of the bed and had him bend over it with his knees on the floor. I angled the dressing table mirror so I could see and then flipped the back of his skirt over him. He had on black lacy panties which caused my already erect penis to become even stiffer. I slid on a condom and pulled his panties aside and pushed myself against him. As I slid easily into him I knew I was certainly not his first lover. Anal sex with a man or woman is fantastic as the anus is much tighter than a vagina. Looking across at the mirror I saw Charles looking at me and I smiled. His eyes closed as I began thrusting fervently into him. I slipped my hand below him and played with his penis as I made love to him as if there was no tomorrow. When I came time, felt as though it stood still as my orgasm cascaded through my body and sensing my climax I felt Charles pumping his semen into his panties. Charles and I lay together for a while and then finally rearranged our clothes and headed down to the living room for a night cap. I was still in ecstasy over my dress and really did not want to take it off. When I said this to Charles he said, "Its yours. I hope every time you wear it you will think of me." I thanked him and then suddenly thought of all the drink I had had and thought of my car in the drive. There was no way I could drive as I was and I did not have a change of clothes. I thought about borrowing some of Charles's clothes and asked him. "Oh no," he said grinning widely, "You can go home as you are. I shall call a taxi." My first reaction was fear and then I thought about it and agreed. I could say I had been to a fancy dress party. We called the taxi and 20 minutes later it arrived. I said goodbye to Charles in the house - two sexy tarts kissing would have raised even more comment. I left the house and walked down the drive with the driver looking at me with a look of utter amazement. "I have been at a fancy dress party," I said, "Vicars and tarts and I went as a vicar." I knew whatever I said he would not really believe me so I just got in, positioned my petticoats around myself as best as I could and we headed home. How we got home in one piece I will never know as the driver's eyes seemed perpetually fixed on the rear view mirror looking at me. We did make it home eventually and I paid the taxi and walked up the drive to the house and it was only after I closed the door that he finally drove off. "You look as though you had fun," said Sally Anne as I went into the living room. I looked at her as she sat sipping a glass of white wine. Her dress was stained, her hair a mess as was her makeup and her stockings laddered. Grinning she said, "I did my meal. It went very well. Guess what they had for desert!"