Iwas surprised at the number of responses. Several. Ihad thought there would be none at all. What did I know, eh? What did I everknow? Particularly ab...ut the female. TheFirst Time I Met HerWas at a local restaurant. For lunch. It was one of those Chinese places that are justabove takeout, but think they are the shits. I was sitting at a table,wondering how great an error I had made.?Then this girl appeared in the door. She was a tiny thing. Blonde. Thin. Wearing what appeared to be a catholic. Power or otherwise plus all kinds of manuals for him to read. He had applied for and received a construction license and insurance bond. That in itself cost them (or her father) up to fifty thousand dollars. He couldn't bring himself to spend Erin's father's money for a new pickup. However it didn't bother Erin one bit. She was still bitter how her husband was received by her parents.The owner of the small house in Caldwell had already been hosed by a crooked contractor in the repairs of the. "Why don't we complete theformalities and then we can go to lunch." I signed on the dotted linewithout any further hesitation.Lunch was a relaxed affair. Barbara laid aside her "professional hat"and started asking me about how I first got into cross-dressing. She wasfascinated by the story I told her and time flashed by. EventuallyBarbara said, "Well I could sit here chatting for hours, but I guess weought to get on." So saying she led me from the canteen and across toanother building, which. She is a little passive at first and then starts looking. She finds a few pairs and you suggest some other ones that are even sexier and more risqué. She laughs and says, “I don’t know where I’d ever wear these.” You giggle and say, “You boyfriend would love them,” as you keep looking around. After a while she has three pairs in her hand and asks, “Where’s the clerk?” You smile and say, “That’s what is funny about this place, you gotta find your own box and size,” as you look around and it’s a.