" How long before he gets here?" Probably within the hour. He was at his apartment and he said he still had to get ready."I reached for the phone. "Wh... are you calling?" she asked."Tom," I said. "Give me a minute."I went into the kitchen and called Tom. I told him that he had thirty minutes to get to Tamara's. I told him to call the police detective he used for serving subpoenas and have him either come himself or get another police officer here as soon as possible. I asked him to call me from. . ' She snorted.'Before, huh? I bet that "before" you dated cheerleaders and didn't look even once at short skinny girls with glasses. But you said the right thing there. You ever thought you might be getting a little more sensitive than you used to be?' I chewed on that one for a while.'Shitty trade-off, wouldn't you say?' She'd sat up and was fanning herself with a folded newspaper.'Depends on what you value, I guess. Steve, can I borrow your T-shirt?''What the hell for? You planning to clean. Another annoying thing is sanitary towels, I often forget them and more than once I wet my panties, but I get more careful every time now. Now wearing my miniskirt and silk blouse makes me feel very sexy, but when I lay in the arms of a boyfriend I often feel guilty or gay even though I am a real girl now. One other regret comes to my mind. A great career is not in for me. Girls hardly get that chance in a man's world and I do not intend to get fucked my way up the social ladder.Things were. By now the man had regained his composure and was openly leering at me, he moved to lock the shop door and beckoned me into a back room which I took to be a rest room for the drivers. The room was rather grubby, the only furniture being a settee and one easy-chair, the walls were plastered with girlie pictures. Of course there was also a few dirty mattresses laying around as well.The man now started undressing me, I made no effort to stop him as he quickly shoved me down onto the dirty.