This way I still have the full auto sexual transvestite thrill but can easily pass as just another lady in the waiting room. Long died blonde hair wit... curls about halfway down my back, perfectly shaped eyebrows that I fill in daily, smoky eye shadow with thick flair liner, heavy mascara and deep red lipstick… damn girl I look sexy as FUCK today I say in my smokey deep voice. I decided to wear my sheer black pantyhose with a gorgeous short gray skirt and a black button up top that fits my. When I could see the front door, she yanked my hand sharply. She was strong. She had purpose. She had direction. I could feel that every second counted. And we might be one fatal second too slow. We hurried down the stairs to the basement. After the first half floor down, the stairs turned left. There was a brick wall. Someone had decided to gut the basement entrance for safety with something as solid as a ten inch brick wall. It hadn’t even been painted yet. There was this narrow space of two. She can't help but run her hand up and down his back several times. She moves her hands around to his chest, her palm flat against his chest as she rubs him up and down then sideways. Feeling his very hard muscles, he moans and she bends her fingers to play with his small patch of chest hair. Now passionately embracing while kissing, and rubbing. She moves closer, straddles him while she pumps her body up and down. She feels his hardness through their clothes and grinds against him, the fabric. “They were a loss leader. We made it back in dancing.”Ted was surprised. “Loss leader?”The little girl rolled her eyes. “I know you know what it means.”Yes, he knew; Ted had explained it to her a month ago when she’d asked how a local fast food place could have one cent French fries and not go out of business. So, the little girl had been paying attention.“I don’t think I know what it means,” George’s father spoke up.“A loss leader,” Ted explained, “is when a business offers something for less.