The pickin’s were slim to say the least.A few of the guys looked like they were there together. A couple guys looked like Norm from cheers. A few of...them might have taught high school to my grandfather. At the end of the bar though ... drinking by himself was the one.He wasn’t ever going to get a job as a GQ model but he wasn’t half bad looking. He was dressed nice (for a bar) and looked like he showered and shaved on a regular basis.I grabbed a napkin and wrote on it “Don’t say a word. Just. .. wrong in boy's clothes,mom. Like I was... not right. The clothes either made me uncomfortableor I just looked silly in an overly tailored suit. Now, I've never puton women's clothing before the night before last ? and those were justfairly gender neutral pajamas ? and I never put on a dress before thismorning, but... I don't know... I just kind of... like it. Like... Ifeel good in these clothes. Nice, I mean. Like... I like how I look andhow I feel in them, you know what I mean?"Lucy didn't. He slid away from her embrace and started his day. He showered and made tea and fired up his laptop and read the news. He should probably do homework, he had a ton of work to do and the semester was rapidly drawing to a close but he figured reading the news was a kind of homework in itself. How could he ever understand markets if he didn’t know politics or keep up with world events? At seven he woke Grace up and they went to the gym. There was a pretty good dojang in Cambridge. Harvard. While returning we stayed back till 6pm clicking some beautiful photos of nature.When we came their were lot of ladies standing to return home.when the jeep came we both got seat.all the other females were either sitting next to us or touching us. I thought to get down but the local guy told that this is the last vehicle.so I had to continue. At the next stop more beautiful ladies got into the vehicle.Now there was now place all ladies were sitting on top of me.It was dark my all parts were.