If he leaves me here and everyone knows I'm a guy in a dress,I'll probably end up in one of those big cook pots. Crap! I have nochoice but to agree.... I can't wait to get back home and safety," hethought.His reprieve didn't last as Jerome took him back to his small apartmentin the projects. It was a small cluttered one bedroom efficiency with aliving room, bath and kitchenette. The living room was sparselyfurnished, containing only a sofa, overstuffed chair, coffee table,television and boom. We had less than 24 hours until our first show and we had no idea what we were going to do. Since Edna was going to be our voice and main attraction, I started by seeing what was in her repertoire. What wasn’t! She knew all of the standard Show Tunes and could do any Cole Porter or Gershwin number in her sleep. We decided to keep our lunchtime show light and airy and do that sort of Broadway and musical show tune stuff then. We scribbled out a decent set list of 20 songs we knew we could both. We ordered two cabs to take us home, the girls in one and me and what seemed like a shop full of goods beside in the other one, the drivers were great, we were very good cash customers and both men helped us to unload when we finally arrived home.We spent a fun filled two hours or so opening and unwrapping our purchases, the floor was littered with bags and wrapping paper, half naked teenage girls were giggling as they tried on their new clothes, posing and posturing in front of me like. “We shouldn’t be doing this, we broke up remember?” I said shakily. “So? Doesn’t mean we can’t have a Little bit of fun” a teasing tone to her voice as she spoke.Before I could say another word she grabbed my left hand from my gear stick and moved it to her thigh. Just the feeling of my fingertips touching her legs made me remember all the times before and how it made me feel. Horny, Very horny. She dragged my hand up her upper leg, lightly trying to turn herself on by the look of it. Before I.