He glanced in the mirror and a breathy gasppassed his painted lips. The lace of the bed jacket and the wide satinbow made his bosom seem fuller and hi... profile as he stared in themirror reflected back was that of an attractive and shapely youngwoman. All traces of Frank were gone now, and Frankie smiled at hisfeminine reflection.He turned on his heels and retraced his steps down the hallway to theliving room. He would say his good nights to both his mother and toValerie and then, he thought,. "Julie and Alex sheepishly moved toward the empty fourth couch and took their seats."I see that they already got your clothes, my man," said JJ nodding toward Alex's robe."First my money, then my clothes, I'm afraid," sighed Alex. "I'm Alex Adams... my wife, Julie." Alex extended his hand to George."George and Beverly Morgan," said George."And, you, of course, are JJ Johnson." Alex blushed. "I'm a big football fan."JJ beamed. "Yes sir, I'm JJ and this here is my wife Ingrid."All eyes turned. Being around 30 I was young and fit enough to travel standing all the way so I settled down to being as comfortable as possible.Standing just a bit to my left facing the door was a lady, darkish complexion but what was striking was her very bright wide eyes. She lit up like a bulb with those eyes and it was difficult not to look into those eyes. She noted me looking at her and smiled since I am sure she had the same experience a number of times. She was wearing a saree but I admired that she. His weight completelyrested on the uniform wedged up his ass. He could feel the plump fleshof his cheeks completely exposed for the room of athletes to see. Themuscular boys were cussing and laughing, calling him names. He had neverfelt so humiliated and helpless.Bull watched as the smaller boy's tiny feet clawed at the ground,fighting to keep balance. The brawny player enjoyed watching the bare-assed youth struggle. He began rhythmically tugging the shorts of theuniform like a man reeling.