.who was touching me with her tongue and allowing me to feel her breasts and her crotch. What a surprise! Her crotch had a huge hard dick and a pair o... balls and she told me she was a trans and that Sean was her husband, but that he was going to look for another woman and would leave Miranda ane me to do whatever we wanted...I nearly leapped out of my chair..and was holding MIranda tight, and the bartender asked if we wanted another drink and I said not for me....Miranda reached into her purse. The deep tranquility of her radiant sapphire eyes glinted as though they had captivated the stars themselves. I found myself transfixed upon the endless darkness in her pupils at the center of this makeshift universe. Making sure not to stare and make a bad first impression I quickly glanced over her body and replied, “That’s okay.” In my glance I saw she wore a nearly see-through red shirt. To my amazement she decided to sit down next to me. I wondered to myself why such. I decided to bridal carry her for the short distance left. She was a petite girl, who didn’t weigh much, so was easy to carry. I made my way down the final street, to find that the door was locked. No one appeared to be home, but I knew the back door would be open, so I made my way to the back gate. It was less than 2 meters high, so I started climbing it. But as we reached to top, Grace got off balanced and quickly lashed out to grab something, off balancing me, sending us both over the fence.. ‘Sorry Adam, I’d love to, but I should go. I’m in court tomorrow afternoon and I still have a lot left to prepare for.’ I collected my purse and jacket and slipped my feet into my boots. ‘I’ll see you all next week.’ Everyone in the room said goodbye cheerfully. Everyone but Nate. He never looked up as he strummed his guitar. ~*~ Three days later, I was shuffling through a stack of briefs when an inter-office instant message popped up. It was from Lindsay, our receptionist, who had introduced.