Am I Who I Think I Am? Chapter 2

Teasingly I flip up the rear of the skirt to flash Gary my thong undies, and "Do'h!".

The clerk, Mrs. Bitchmore, is looking over her '60's glasses at me like I'm some kind of specimen. "It looks good on you, dear" she croaks.

Gary says, "We'll take it, and she'd like to wear it home."

"She would?" I'm thinking.

I guess the loss of part of one's self is part of being in love. It must be part of nature's plan. I find myself having nothing to say when Gary makes a decision for me. I just go along, sweetly, as if I don't have a thought in my head about anything but Gary. It seems all of my choices in life have flowed over to Gary, as I follow his lead like a love-struck puppy!

"Gary, I need to go to the bathroom!"

"Ok, I know where one is, but come here, I need to tell you something."

"When you go in buy a Tampax, OK?" he whispers into my ear.

"What?" I ask.

"Just trust me." He says.

I hover by the rest room for a few seconds hoping no one goes in. When I felt the coast was clear, I went in and slipped into the stall.

"What a strange feeling" I'm thinking as I lift up my skirt and pull down my panties and get into "the zone"... Ahaaa, this peeing sitting down is ok! So much less concentration required. It gives me time to think about Gary and my pussy and how far we have come in such a short time. I reflect on what brought up together and how magical our relationship has been so far. This little respite also gave me a little time to relive our lovemaking and how special it made me feel! Before I met Gary, I'd be a little down after a climax, but that's not happening this time. I can hardly wait to get home for more!

When I was done I got out and found the Tampax machine and put in my quarters and stuck it in the hem of my skirt,

"Finally!" Gary says. "I thought you fell in!"

"Whatever" I reply, absently.