We drove side by side again for a few blocks, but we were waved down by two boys about 12-years-old. I turned on my communication system, not the bull...orn, and said, “What can we do for you gentlemen.”One of the boys was crying, but he managed to blubber out, “My mom was just taken by four members of the Peters Gang. I know that they will rape and then kill her, because that is what they always do when they take a woman. Can you help me?”“We can damned well try. Climb aboard and have a seat. Now I consider myself a man in public but at home I love dressing up as a slutty tramp. I love the feel of lingerie on my body. I had a few experiences with a man but it was mostly mutual masturbation. My crossdressing is a secret to everyone except the few I have met online.Most Friday nights me and the coworkers go out drinking. Just a bunch of guys out having a good time. One particular Friday I got really drunk and my supervisor ended up taking me home. I don't remember the ride home or the. But that means there are also places that could have space for horse therapy work."I just stared at him."I missed you too, baby," he said.I sighed."Don't get all mushy on me," he said.I hugged him tightly."Come on, let me go. I have to calm down so I can come out of the closet."I laughed.*Lore's apartment was sleek and modern, with large windows overlooking the city. I called Clay to let him know I arrived okay. He asked me how it was when I saw Lore."You know, Clay. I think it's going to be. I don’t know why I did what I did next. Hugging him back I tilted my head up until our lips were nearly touching. “’Bye” I whispered, then kissed him, full on the lips. His reaction was exactly what I hoped for. Opening his mouth, he kissed me back, his tongue mingling with mine as we frenched each other. My arms came up behind his back as he dropped his hands to my butt, drawing me in closer. As I felt my nipples grow erect, I could also feel the rush of blood to his groin as his penis.