Well before twenty to eleven I've made it abundantly clear that I'm notgoing to allow any extra drinking-up time. The regulars know better thanto argu... the toss if they can see I'm 'in one', and when the marginallytaller of the Sewell brothers - Peter or Steve, I can never remember whichis which - lopes back into the bar it isn't to ask me out for the thirdWednesday in a row but to fetch the box of matches he'd left on the table.And to round off a perfect day?Here comes J G Egerton, runaway. "Anything you say." Good. Just remember that, and you'll get along with this Irish lass just fine," she said with a laugh.The soccer game was a laugher. I was playing with a club team that consisted of guys from all over our area, not just from our community. The team we were playing was just a pickup team thrown together for the summer league, and they were not very good. All summer long, I had played just about every position on the field, including keeper, but I was learning that I really. She blushed at Karen's "praise." She hadn't wanted to excite the girl. She hadn't wanted to get excited herself."Ya know," said Karen. "Sometimes I wish I was a guy. Not forever, just temporarily." She giggled. "I just read a story about a pretty school girl who had a little secret. In every way she was female except she had a little extra equipment, a nine inch prick and a set of gonads the size of ping pong balls. She went around seducing her girl friends and knocking them up. Yeah, I wish I. Jane got up, and gave me a big hug, telling me that I looked gorgeous, had lovely long legs and a great figure. Suppose being 6’2 and 180lbs I cut quite a slender and athletic figure if I say so myself. I sat down and she told me some of the secrets for passing as a girl, keeping my knees together, or crossing my legs and placing my hands on my lap. This was all new to me, and I listened intently while she spoke, her voice soft and sweet as she came and sat beside me. She was absolutely.