I was in ‘New England’, far from my home in the South, driven up here by wanderlust and trading opportunities. My companions were seven Cherokee I...dians, one of them my brother.He was a brother by choice. My father was a famous trader who wasn’t home much, and my mother died from a fever I was eight years old. Old enough, in his opinion, to join him. I spent the next six years wandering the Trader’s Path up and down the backbone of the East Coast. Our wandering stopped when my father met. ”Lori arrives twenty-minutes late which has heightened our anticipation.She is a very attractive and confident olive skinned size 12-14 brunette a little younger than us. “You two have an interesting reputation, we are on the same wave length, sexual pleasure in spades, and I am very horny today, very,” she tells us with a big smile. “I am here to please and be pleased by both of you. “I love expressing my sexuality and sensuality with a male and female, separately and simultaneously.” “Love. I sometimes wonder how you would handle a bunch of folks trying to get you to turn that bar into something it wasn’t. You probably would have picked them up by the seat of their pants and thrown them out the door. I’m not that strong.Dan was silent trying to remember if he had forgotten anything to say to her. He glanced down at his list of things to talk about and shook his head at how he had rambled towards the end. Tom stepped over to Dan and asked, “Are you done?”“I think I’ve covered it. . your shoes and socks?" That's right." I knew she'd never do such an outlandish thing, and theknowledge gave me strength to go on. "Everything. Please." All your manly underwear?" Funny how she was pushing it. Almost as if..."Your tightie-whitie briefs and T-shirts? So you won't have a single malegarment at all?" Yes, Dear." And you'll have to dress in just feminine clothes?" That's right." That's really what you want?" If you don't I-I'll have to-to walk home.... Like this!" Let me see how.