Kelly and I headed over to Zack's party around eight o'clock. Partiers were arriving when we got there. Kelly and I headed for the kitchen to get a dr...nk. Kelly grabbed her usual beer. I decided I was in the mood for something different so I poured myself a double shot of vodka.I was content to sit and listen to music. Kelly coaxed me into mingling with the other guests. I didn't have much to say that night. I went back for a couple refills on the vodka as the evening went on. I was getting my. I walked inside and was shocked to see the cheerleader team getting ready for the ceremony. Most of them were already ready except the leader Missy, who hadn't put her top on yet. She started talking right when she saw me. Missy: Oh hey girls look it's the last sissy, your friends are in the back taking a shower. You guys had to change in here with us because the alphas were using the boys change room, and well you guys aren't boys anymore. But don't be shy were not going to peek, nothing. They had been in these newpremises for a few weeks now, but she was still struck every day by boththe opulence of the furnishings and the stunning location. They were atestament to the astonishing success of the family business.It had started many years ago when a group of rich men formed a secretassociation. The purpose was to organise events catering to desires thatmany in society would regard as both perverted and objectionable. Jadedwith women, and not fully satisfied with transsexuals. In mid 1918 no one envisioned that the war was near its end.Frank and Yvette were walking along the left bank of the Seine River. They were holding hands like two young lovers instead of being married for almost three years. Both enjoyed each other. Their sex life was spectacular. The fact that they saw eye-to-eye on most things cut down on the usual bickering between a man and wife. Both were rich so finances was no problem. Frank loved her long raven mane especially spread out on the pillow.