Few boys think they'll make any woman happy, before they get the chance to try doing so."I intend to find out," said Penelope, whose patience was slip...ing, and therefore causing her circumspection to slip as well."Beg pardon?" said Louis again. Much was being said that confused him."Louis," said Penelope. "I fear I must confess I have been less than completely honest with you." I don't understand," said the boy. This was quite true. The depth of his lack of understanding almost overwhelmed him. I put on some jazz, Glenn Miller, I believe. When I returned to the kitchen, Lou was swaying to the music. He asked if I'd like to dance. I accepted without hesitation. I have always liked the way older men hold you while slow dancing. It's like they are already making love to you. We began dancing and by the end of the first song, I could fell Lou's cock bulging under his pants. It felt so good up against me. I rubbed my body up next to him even more so I could feel his growing. ..No, I won't keep you in suspense, it's Gene MacDonald and Leslie Fielding." It was a toss-up whether the nervous laughter, or the applause, was louder as Gene made his way to the podium. He stood there, looked around the audience several times, waiting for the noise to die down. When things were finally quiet, he began to speak."I guess I shouldn't be surprised by this award. (slight nervous laughter) When you change your sex, it pretty much becomes a given that you'll wind up with. I had a legitimate excuse for not reading my text. I could just say I was already back on the road and hadn’t heard the text tone. As I walked out to my car again, I heard another ding from my phone. -- By the way. You have “read receipts” turned on, so I know you got my message. You better do what I told you to. Fuck. So. Ignore the instructions and risk him punishing me when I got there, or face the discomfort of an anal plug for a fairly long car trip. Fairly easy decision, after all. I.