I was presented with a bouquet of redroses from the hostess and my cheeks went a modest shade of pink.How was this possible that I, a previously heter...sexual man, was standinghere dressed like this in the arms of this homosexual transvestitetelevision host?Ah the magic of the tv!The hostesses then said to me "We have to give you a femme name darling! How about Stacey?"I blushed again."Great! Stacey it is. Here you are you had better get dressed" he saidhanding me my Maid's outfit and going. The car hop brought the Porsche around and I helped the ladies into the back seat and I got in behind the wheel. I wasn't drunk, so don't worry about that. I hardly finished one glass during the entire meal. I was too busy eating to drink the fine wine.I was able to get us to Westport. The parking was the only problem we faced. I got us into the only parking garage after giving the guy at the gate a twenty. I had to drive us to the top to find a parking place. I helped my ladies out of the back. He readily accepted but Tarun looked at him angrily. After 20 minutes his second friend came out, he dressed and they were about to leave. They finished their glasses and had few snacks, meanwhile Tarun one friend told another that they were invited again for next day. Tarun got up from the seat but waited for I while. I turned towards Mayur and asked him whether he wanted to fuck that girl again. Mayur nodded his head but Tarun said that it was against the games rules, winner will get only one. Over the next four days, the routine remained much the same: Jordan off to school in the morning and me to my work until early afternoon. An exercise run followed by more editing. Supper preparations interrupted by a teenage tornado. Homework, Maxie looked after, supper and cleanup. The one area where things were not always the same was after supper. Sometimes Jordan and I played games – card games, board games, you name it. Other times we watched TV (with Maxie curled up beside Jordan, of.