So, I did some more Lateral Thinking and focused this time on what was most painful about these dances. It was not having a date, or an ‘escort’ a... the school termed it. So how could I get a date? Find some guy as desperate and dateless as me. Simple. But I’d have to ask them. No.But I did. All the morons, idiots and dickheads who couldn’t get a date and to my horror they all said no. They’d rather go alone then be seen with me. It was soul destroying being rejected by so many dickheads.Then I. Ron was by the side wall of the big room examining the stone-work we'd laid for the big fireplace. Carl, Lexi, Susan, and Pam were working with a professional carpenter to put in the new front door after the huge barn doors had been sealed shut.The delivery guys used a hand truck to move things around motioning us away until they'd removed each box from the truck. Box after box. I started wondering what all the stuff was. Rhonda held the bill of lading and she, Arnie, and Samantha walked around. Jim sat down on the floor, hung his head and cried like a baby, he was so relieved. He had envisioned himself as a small Asian woman the rest of his life, like the German man who became the pretty woman. He wondered now if he should have given them back the necklace. Well, too late now. That guy is probably a mother by now, serves him right, wanting to be a woman. Ha, be careful what you wish for, it just might happen. Jim got up and put the sheets in the washer and then went into the bedroom. I put a generous portion of lube in her butt crack, gently rubbing it in and slipping a finger into her ass ever so slightly to lube everything as much as possible to make this a pleasurable experience. I also put lube on my sheathed dick. As I rubbed my dick on her ass hole, she was wiggling around in anticipation. I slowly pushed my dick into her ass, and she let out a little 'ooh'. I told her that was normal and to relax her sphincter. I waited a few seconds as she eased up and slowly.