Jean would sometimes keep a few beers around the apartment or a bottle of inexpensive wine; like a gallon or half-gallon jug or a box with a plastic b...g inside of vin rose or a cheap white zinfandel.They would make wine coolers by pouring wine halfway up into a tall glass with ice added and filling it with lemon-lime soda. Jean would buy whatever she got the best buy on and it would last her a couple of weeks. The wine that we would share when she came over for our personal visits was a better. It was an enclosed porch, with another door just ahead, with a note taped on it. "Lacey, get dressed here in what you have, and put your other clothes in your empty bag. Then put on what's in the pouch, and I'll let you in."Lacey glanced around, and saw a small pouch hanging off the doorknob. First, it was time to change. She undressed, and replaced her normal clothes with her pair of fishnet arm gloves, fishnet stockings, and black wig. After placing her boy clothes in her bag, she reached for. “Everything's shut now, dude” he replied.“I'll just find a 24-hour Servo then” I got closer to the door.He didnt reply, he only looked at me as I reached for the door handle, completely forgetting that he had locked the door when we closed it behind me.Observing the door it had a hell of a lot of locks on it, I don't even think the door itself nor the hindges could withstand the force that these locks could easilly take.There was about 7 Locks on this bloody door and by the time I got to the. "Still got the hots for Peggy Davis, huh? I don't understand ... she's certainly nice enough, but she doesn't seem your type at all." Oh yeah, maybe she's a little country, but baby, those bazooms! Jesus, she's got a pair of knockers on her that just won't quit!" Now you're turning into a tit man, eh? I thought you were a fanny-grabber from way back!" I am, I am! But she's no slouch in that department either. Man, would I ever like to throw the ol' meat to that little honey!"Dottie had wriggled.