Hell, it was her influence that started me down the path to my own crossdressing, but I hadn't a clue until this moment. Despite being an actor, Steve...had always seemed to be a bit colorless to me. They both made their living doing Theater in Chicago, and I'm sure you know that lifestyles for most actors are not exactly sedate and conventional. With the distance between upstate New York and Chicago I had never really gotten to know him well. Steve knew of my dressing. Hell, he had escorted. His thirst was insatiable, which was why he had gone out again that night -- to find a drink to quiet the screaming demons and to relieve the parched feeling that had assumed squatter's rights in his mouth.He had spent the night drinking at Murphy's Pub, and cringed at the sound of the "last-call" bell, both from disappointment, and from the tinny resonance which traveled down his spine like fingernails on a chalkboard. Upon returning home, he hoped that the passed time would somehow make her. “Legg!” he cried out.“Yes, Dave?” responded his deputy, eagerly trotting around to his master's side.“Who's supposed to be sitting there?” he said, pointing towards the vacant seat.With alarm, Legg said “Oh, that's supposed to be Wankl Pose, of the rock group Guns And Posers, Dave.”“Huh!” snorted the nearby Jeremy Clarkshead, rudely interrupting “He's always bloody late. In fact, he's the latest rock star .... in the world! He was hours late when he was doing our 'Star In A Crap Car' feature. She held out her arms from her body, as if to say, ‘this is me, only me, it’s all I have to give’. I smiled at her, stepped forward, and kissed her as I took her into my arms. I whispered into her ear, as if there was anyone else around but the dog, “You’re beautiful. Enjoy yourself.”She lay down on the floor and unceremoniously spread her legs before the dog. It approached, sniffing the air, following the scent to her crotch. He licked her and she sighed. He continued licking her and her hands.