I bet no one in gym class was working anywhere near as hard as I was in Physical Therapy.V1 had complained that ‘they weren’t teaching kids’ in ...chool these days. I was beginning to change my opinion about that. To my V3 mind, the curriculum was more advanced as a freshman than it had been the first time around. Molly was helping me. Francie was helping me. I was looking forward to going back to school and learning something new.I had another thing on my mind that was causing me to lose sleep. Dark pageboy wig and makeup just so. A knee length brown tweed skirt with a brown silk blouse tucked in at the waist. Brown square-toed shoes with 3" heels and a pair of beige hose finished the outfit.Taking a deep breath I went downstairs and into the living room. Karen just stared at me with a look I could not fathom. "Good Lord, your amazing", she said, "but what do I call you?"We had not discussed this. The driver's license she got me was actually a duplicate of hers. Except for the few. Now I started unbuttoning the remaining buttons of her nightie as she started lifting up my t-shirt. Soon I unhooked her white lacy bra to release the pigeons hidden inside. Fuck, I can’t describe in words. Her boobs were perfect like a college-going girl.White, perfect round smooth skin like a baby and topped with a brown cherry-like nipple with only slight pigmented areolas. I immediately took each nipple alternatively in my mouth kneading her boobs like dough. She was enjoying with closed. "I reach his truck and answer, "Hell Jim, long time no see, I thought you left this no horse town for the big lights and loud bars of Denver. And how in the hell did you know about all the calls to the sheriff's department?"In reply Jim, my best and only friend from high school opens his coat. I see the star and he laughs and answers, "Probably because I took most of the calls myself seeing as I am now the sheriff. Shit Ben, I got tired of the plastic life in the plastic city trying to keep up.