Amazing! I love yourdress!"That was it? I get outed by my fiance as a guy wearing a dress? And allthat the hostess says is that she 'loves my dress...'Flabbergasted, I replied, "Thank you. It's hers," I added, pointing toGrace.The young girl laughed and declared, "Well, isn't that convenient! You canwear each other's clothes!"We all laughed. Even I was able to see the humor. Frankly, I was sograteful that the girl did not make a huge scene that I was willing toforgive almost anything else. He had large gorgeous eyes as green as a candy apple and a lovely thick goatee, trimmed but still full and bushy. How she longed to ruffle her fingers in it! A smattering of dark hair peeking out from the collar of his work shirt. She wondered if he did some sort of contracting work. Building, maybe? Lifting heavy beams of timber with those luscious taut tanned arms of his. She could picture those arms lifting her up and tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her off to the bedroom. Her. .. You will see me," followed by a smiley-face emoji with devil horns.I showed restraint from texting her again. Work needed to be done. And I knew if I continued our dialog, my brain would be wrecked. What has gotten into her? I thought. I honestly didn't care what the answer was, though, as I shoved that image to the back of my mind and cast every bit of mental energy into doing as much work as possible. I wanted to make the day go by at warp speed, nourish myself on whatever fast food was. I had gotten lucky in a glory hole booth the last time, but decided not to hit it this time. I nodded to the man that was standing there, said hello, and proceeded to a booth and promptly locked the door. At least I THOUGHT that I had.The man who was standing just inside the booth area now entered my booth, unzipping his fly and revealing 7 soft inches of man meat. I locked the door and removed my pants, dropping to my knees in the same motion. I took his balls into my hand and his growing cock.