"I knew by the look on her face that Mom knew that I was braless, butshe didn't say anything else as I led the way with Ken right behindme. Sitting at...the table, he was still staring at me, his eyes tellingme that he also knew that I had no bra on. "Tell me why all of thisKenny. You know I'm not a girl, yet you..."He held up his hand and I stopped. "You like to dress as a girl andfound the courage to admit it last night, which gave me the courage tosay that I'm...well, I'm very attracted to. They decided that would never happen to them again.The Vietnam Veterans post was actually a result of the expedition. Most of the men who planned to go had been an informal veterans group for years before that, but they needed to have money in the bank to be able to make the trip, and organizing gave them tax-free status. There were several pledges made for money, which Frank Matson at the Spearfish lake State Savings Bank had agreed to cover, and Kate Ellsberg, with a little pressure from her. " Named Bambi?" She giggled."I was thinking Tiffany." I stuck my tongue out at her. "You should wear skirts more often. You've got great legs." My short little legs?" Karen fixed the clasp on her skirt, black and red plaid with long thin pleats that fell just above her knees. I think she got it second hand from a thrift shop and it looked like half of a catholic schoolgirl uniform."I'm serious," I told her. "You should show off a little more." I hate wearing skirts," she sighed. "I feel .... She was sitting all alone at a table for two, with herback to me, and I stared at her, at her long, black,shimmering hair. Then I rubbed my hands on my pants,briefly touching my rapidly swelling cock for inspiration,and with perspiration prickling my forehead and prickbulging my pants, I quietly came up behind her, reachedout a trembling finger, and tapped her on the back.‘H-hi,’ I stammered.She turned to look at me. ‘Hi,’ she said. Her voice wassoft and sweet, her eyes large and violet, her.