So I stood silent. I must have been looking pretty pathetic by now, because she said, 'Awww, you poor baby. Of course! It was you! You're a secret ...ransvestite, and ashamed for me to know it!'" "And she actually came over to me and kissed me, and then she went on, 'I know about crossdressers, honey. They're on TV a lot these days. Talking about pride, and guilt, and shame, and all. You poor dear!'" "She looked at me so sympathetically, and then she suddenly said, 'Of course! That. I told her I'd done it all before. I lied."Have you found another guy?" I asked her.It was a few days before she responded to me: "Yes."She put me in contact with Rico."Have you done this before?" he asked me on the phone. I was touching myself. I told him the truth.We agreed to meet the following week in a hotel room a half an hour between us.Rico and I arrived first. Well, I arrived first. I checked into a room with a king-sized bed and texted the other two the room number. While I waited, I. Roohi was dressed in a sheet negligee and strappy heels.“Maro papot,” he smiled.“Salim,” she purred. “How was your day?”“It was okay. Much better now,” he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.“I’ve missed you!”“Likewise.”Salim was completely naked save for the brown argyle dress socks. He fondled Roohi’s bosom and licked her areolas. Her tear-shaped honkers had just been redone a few months ago. He ran his enormous fingers through her luscious dark hair. He kissed her lovingly. He stroked. "Cat had an idea.***Micki and her grandparents had just returned from Sandy Hook, NewJersey, and a day in the sand and the sea. They were sure the energeticlittle girl was going to be red and sunburned because she was tooimpatient to wait for the doting Mrs. Montana to apply propersunscreen, but, as she dressed for the return trip to Mick's apartment,it was apparent her skin was as perfectly smooth and silky as ever."You are a lucky little girl," Mrs. Montana said, as she brushed andcombed.