She put it on me like I was a clown. She said I didn't deserve to lookrespectable in a maid's dress and lingerie, knowing I was a manunderneath so I w...s not to even try to make myself pretty. Just then thedoorbell rang. "Great, go get the door, faggot." I had no choice but tocomply.Karen's friends, Susan and Alice stood at the door, pointing at me andlaughing. "OMG, what a sissy faggot," kept ringing through my ears. Iinvited the ladies in. I was directed to curtsy which I didn't know howto do,. ’ Brenda said with a grin, as I sat there staring at the now silent handset. ———————————————————– Yeah well, if I’m forced to, I’ll admit to you that Stephanie was probably the biggest reason that I hadn’t wanted to volunteer to do my duty that day. Or as they say, stand up for my oldest and one time best mate! And I’ll add, that I hadn’t been at all sure how Brenda was going to be able to handle things either. But if you don’t mind, I’ll get back to where Brenda fits into the equation a little. In the following week she first met Mark, which was was nice. Just a short lunch followed by a long slow merging of their bodies back at her place, this being possible only because she would be doing some late night office work with a couple of other organizations, eating and talking and typing up some notes on RFPs coming at them from a government office. Paul’s date was memorable, the art good if local, the food simple but excellent, and the night long and boisterous, a fast fuck followed by. I don't know why I was doingit because I knew nothing about cars....but it seemed the manly thing todo. Nothing looked amiss so I asked Jenny to start it again....nothing! Itwas a hire car so I got the papers for the company and went to phonethem, only to find no mobile phone signal. OK, I though how far back tothe petrol station. I looked on the map and noticed that there was asmall town about a mile away. So I left Jenny to steer and startedpushing. After a while I heard an engine, good I.