I was very glad that she was being incredibly sympathetic to my male ego with her choices of clothes. Although, I wished that she had given me jeans i...stead of shorts. I was not comfortable showing the world my bare shaven legs especially as shapely as they were."Now, Doug. I don't like the name Darla..." Me neither." But you will need a girl's name." Yeah. I suppose so." What sounds good?" she asked.I had not a clue, and I thought about it for a while. "How about Dolly?" No way. Too trashy. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The cunt fight between Marlene, age 30, and Anna, probably age 50, was the talk of the large lesbian community of Saigon. For some, it was an entertainment to look forward to but to others it was a source of teasing and annoyance.“Looks like you don’t quite satisfy your girlfriend”, giggled Marie when she walked by Louise’s desk. “Don’t start anything”, warned Agnes who was standing. She looked at me in surprise, panting as I opened a gap between us."We need to calm down," I said, "Otherwise we'll go too far too soon!" Ohhhh," she moaned and to me it sounded like frustration. She wasn't the only one suffering if that's what it was. I had an iron bar trapped under my grey slacks and a heart that was beating fifty to the dozen.I reached for my drink and was surprised that the ice in it had all melted, I grinned and held the drink up to Kirsty. "I hadn't realised we were. 1, They were sat in front of the television rain having stopped his poaching activities, a little sideline that helped to feed them both. Some dreary film dragging its heels across the screen neither of them being very interested in the thing but there was little else on. Penny sat on the sofa, stockinged legs curled under her, thin blouse buttoned to the high neck, a skirt of navy blue, flat sensible shoes, he in jeans and a tee shirt lounging over the armchair as youngsters do, his bored.