I liked Shelly and we got along just fine. One evening after dinner while Dave and I were sipping our last cool one of the day, I asked Dave, ‘Where...did you meet Denise?’ ‘ I met her at the rec center tennis lessons. She was not wearing a wedding ring. I thought she was single. It wasn’t until our second date that she told me that you two were separated and just waiting for the divorce to wind it’s way through the courts. ‘When was that?’ I asked. ‘April 15th. I remember because it was tax file. She was barely aware of what she was doing with her hands. All she knew was that she wanted to feel his naked cock. Needed it. It felt so good to feel it, but she knew she would soon have it inside her. As she thought of that another moan escaped her lips and the word "Please..."Michael heard this and guessed what she wanted. without moving his fingers from her cunt he removed his left hand from her ass and unzipped his trousers. he reached inside his pants and slid his hand down his. It was time for coffee and a shower. Maybe that would clear her head. She was still dressed in her toweling robe and a pair of cotton panties. Her dark rimmed glasses were firmly perched on her pretty nose while her almost black hair fell over her shoulders. She grabbed her coffee and made her way upstairs. Her husband had left for his job and their son was now old enough for playschool. She was alone and determined.She sat on her bed drinking her coffee and thinking about the story she wanted. .??Yes Marta, those changes are all a part of growing up; part of a boybecoming a man.?As we left the doctor?s office I thought about what he had just said;about how I was a boy but was becoming a man. I wasn?t thrilled withthe prospect. Did I really want to become a man? Does a boy have tobecome a man? Couldn?t a boy just keep pretending to be a girl?We walked about six blocks to the address of the corset shop. Therewere mannequins in the display windows wearing girdles, bras andcorsets. .