First things first I'm not much of a writer, the whole reason I tried towrite my own TG story is to write one I'd like, if others like it toothen that...s win-win in my book. Any feedback is welcome, I'll keepwriting for my own joy, but will keep submitting work at the request ofothers, plot ideas and pointers are welcome too.Playing both sides. By gentleman JimChanging on the train.Rick sat on his seat in the back of the quiet train that was speeding onits way to the big city of London, the. ]The Manifesto attempted to explain that what my son was doing should be taken positively as an expression of Barry's love and not the disgusting way that I naturally felt.Indeed, my son had left me a 'present', I thought grimly.When I heard the door open, I immediately shoved the dirty panty into the clothes washer, pushing other clothing in afterwards. I did this as if I was the guilty party and not my son. When Barry appeared around the corner, as usual carrying his sticker-covered. After the afternoon with the escort Jackie, this afternoon seemed much more relaxed. Meg was starting to equate these, and other sexual interludes, with her loss of control. That didn't stop her jumping a little as the sound of the knock on the door shot through the room. Mark was much as she had expected. Not that it mattered, it was an act in the play, a prop with which to express desire to each other. He glanced at Jon who nodded assent. Then he walked toward the bed. Meg stood, slowly. The next day, Amy and Lucy had breakfast together. Scarlet was still in bed and they decided not to wake her up. By mid-morning, Scarlet was still asleep and Amy and Lucy decided to go shopping, leaving Scarlet a not saying where they had gone.Taking the car, the two of them headed into the city centre and first went shopping for food and other essentials. When that was done and loaded in the boot of the car, they hit a few clothes shops. They laughed and teased each other playfully, holding up.