He couldn’t wank as fast as he wanted for fear she’d hear him. The slow steady movements pulling his foreskin up over the head and back down again...built up the pleasure and tension slowly.“And then?”Then he’d flipped her dress up, exposing her pale white ass. He’d kicked her ankle, signalling her to spread her legs wider. She’d stared ahead, reading the inspirational quote of the day on the calendar sitting on his desk.“It’s not your job to be likeable, it’s your job to be yourself.”Fuck, no. Main jis din return karne wala tha us din uske phone aaya maine bolamain aaj ja raha hoon to wo bole thik hai mere ko bhe aaj return karna hai aur main 2 ticket book karwa leta hoon mere to man main jaise ladoo phutne laga kyun ki puri raat bhar main uski saath travel karunga raat ko karib 10 pm hum log bus main chad gaye thand ki mahina tha Main sirf ek jacket pehna hua tha wo both ek chhadar aur jacket pehne the jab mere se thand saha nahin gaya to wo mere ko dekhi aur boli ye chhadar thoda. " And?" Nothing." Honey. What? Do you still want to dress?"He looked at me and the tears started again. I just held him.Once he calmed down, we spent the rest of the evening just talking.There were more tears. There were lots of hugs. And, I had the usualquestions. Are you gay? I knew he wasn't. Are you bisexual? He saidhe wasn't. Do you want to be a girl? He didn't think so. I found outthat he'd fallen in love with girls' clothes when he was about seven andhad dressed as often as he. George had previously been a teacher, but with a keen interest in railways. He was what was known on Earth as a “railway buff”, and had gained his enthusiasm from having a father who worked on a railway for most of his life.Railways on the planet Rehome were somewhat different from Earth. To start with, the alien race who had initially colonised the planet had built their own railway lines between the six cities they had established on the coast of one continent. The rail lines were a narrower.