Another time Another Place Finale

I was in no position to argue. The pasta came and I picked at it. I was a little hungry but the tight waist clincher and my precarious situation had taken the edge of my appetite. I did drink some wine though, and I began to feel slightly heady perhaps even a bit rash.

After what seemed an age Richard finished his pasta but insisted on having a brCharlie, an offer of which I declined.

Whilst he was finishing his drink, I again reflected that he was probably right – faced with the prospect of sitting in front of a lot of people dressed as a tart I would have be scared out of my wits and simply refused. I did like men looking at me and admiring me as a girl. I had started to glance at some of them and loved the reaction I was getting – this was probably a combination of the wine and the fact that I was accepted for what I was perceived to be. I realised with some shock that it was nearly ten o’ clock and that I had been there for some time enjoying small talk with Richard and actually flirting with him. Almost unnoticed I was talking and laughing in a more girly way and was fiddling with my hair and dress like girls do.

I needed the loo. This was going to be a test and a half! I said to Richard, “I have to use the Ladies!” – “Off you go then!” I took a deep breath and raised myself up now slightly wobbly from sitting and the drink. “Where is it?” I hissed at Richard. He grinned – “You’ll have to find out!!” Shit! The bastard! This is going to be harder than I thought.

I made my way into the café ensuring that I walked as sexily as I could – “Excuse can you direct me to the toilet?” I asked our waiter in what I hoped was a girly manner. “Si, Si, this way! This way!” He motioned me towards the back of the café and led me down a passage. Thankfully, I could see the ladies symbol on a door just to the right. As I walked towards it the waiter’s hand slid over my bottom and he pinched my arse. “Ow!” came out - but quietly as I had half expected it!