This is something real special. Really? I asked, sincerely interested. I cocked my head slightly, my mind ripe with ideas of what possibly could be in...his pants. It looks like a sausage, I blurted out. He obviously liked this response, as he let out a sharp chuckle, akin to how a prospector might sound after having finally struck gold. Well, it in fact is a sausage. A big, meaty one. Wanna have a taste? I looked at the clock. 12:15. Most of the school was in the cafeteria by now, and I was. Mike went back in, changed back into his wife's clothes, bought the dress, then went into Lord & Taylor's and bought stockings - he contemplated fishnets for a second, then thought better of it. He bought nail polish that matched the new dress and drove home. He opened the door, threw his bags on the kitchen table, and walked into the TV room, where he - in his own body, in his tuxedo - was watching some movie about cats. "Hurry up, honey!" his wife said in his own voice. "We're almost late.". After few moments, she reached the restaurant , my jaw was open seeing her. She is real beauty wearing saree with backless and strap blouse.We greeted each other. I admired her that she is looking beautiful. We talked a lot and cracked some jokes. She became happy. After having food , we left for our home.At night, I got a msg on WhatsApp saying thanks and I replied pleasure is all mine beautiful lady. Then we started the chat on WhatsApp. Day by day, we became more frank.One day I asked her to. They got that many guests coming through. One of those had enough room for a bed, dressers and a desk. The one Essie stayed in. The other only had room for a bed and an armoire.The main floor got transformed as well. A small guest room became the walk in closet shared by Joe and his wives and long staying guests if needed. The dining room became the kid’s playroom. They ate in the kitchen, which was another plus for buying the place because it was large and had room for a table for eight. Any.