. WHAT! Stormy, what are you ... Oh, Good Lord! Will you get out of here?”Holly and Molly started laughing, while Marilyn and I tried to push the gi...antic beast off our laps. We were noticeably unsuccessful, and Stormy ended up sitting between us facing the camera.Me: “Idiotic mutt! Will somebody go get us a soup bone?” (I looked back to Bob.) “This thing really is a publicity hound, in every meaning of the phrase!”We had to wait a couple of minutes while somebody scurried off to the kitchens. This was not at all what I had expected. I had agreed to my first datewith Tom at the urging of my boss, Gwen Taylor. Since I was severalmonths into my transition, Gwen felt I needed to get out and begin livingmy life as a young woman outside of my time at work. This includedstarting to date guys. Gwen made this sound so easy and innocent that Icouldn't help but agree to it. I will admit that I enjoyed everythingleading up to it - the flirting, making sure I looked my cutest when Tomwas. "I don't think I'll ever be able to express how ecstatic I am that you were crying from happiness."She scooted up to kiss him, a short, warm kiss with loose lips, and then lifted her face to let it hover over his. Her eyes, staring into his, were serious."I'm glad you asked me," she said softly."I was worried," he admitted. "It just came out of me. I didn't exactly plan it that way. I was terrified when you started crying. I was afraid it was too soon and I'd blown it." You didn't blow it," she. When we got there, we were pointed upstairs after hugs and greetings. Uncle Jerry probably checked out Karens ass a bit too much for everyones taste, but everyone had grown use to Karen being the eye candy. When we turned the top of the stairs and walked into the bedroom, we looked at each other and at the same time said shit. The bed was a double, barely enough room for us to lay on there and stay in bed. We had no other option. The house was small and it seemed like there were 50 people in.