I was flabbergasted. I was also trying not to get hard and embarrass myself.As I slowly slid from my stool, Shirley was reading my face and gauging my...reactions. Her body language hinted just a wee bit of apprehension, a touch of insecurity. At that point, I realized she might just be interested in me. The hair on the back of my neck rose from the electricity generated by the immediate tension between us.The transformed young lady was standing erect, with her arms in front of her clasping a. He finally came, I tried to getevery precious drop in my mouth but a small amount dribbled down my chinand dropped between my breasts. We both got dressed to go to the to thesnack bar.As walked hand and hand to the snack bar, I told Jack that I had to usethe restroom. I walked into the dirtiest women's restroom that I hadever been in. The toilet was covered with piss, pulled my panties backoff, stuffed them down my top as I pulled my skirt up to hover over theseat to piss. It was one of the. She ordered bacon, a slice of ham, grits with gravy, and four eggs sunny side up, and 3 biscuits with gravy on the side.I asked her if that was her normal breakfast, and she replied. "Yeah, most mornings but today I cut out the orange juice"I tried to go back to my paper but she just kept up a running conversation between bites of her breakfast. I really am not a rude person so I did respond once in a while. To what she was talking about was things right out of the morning papers and not a lot. Stone offered him a knife, hoping to seehim do it. Crystal arrived just in time to stop him from doing it, Stonetold her he tried to cut his own wrists but as he didn't have a mark onhim and it's Stone's favorite knife she didn't believe him."Crystal mumbled a sorrowful, "He's my daughter. He's tried to be mydaughter since his father told him it was OK to be what he really wasinside. He told me things he never told anyone else- his father let itstart back when he was three and we were living.