Arthur was short, skinny, with red hair and glasses just like Buddy Holly's. He had yet to decide on a major. Paul would give odds that it would be Th...atre. Arthur had the room fairly neat, just the right balance for a dorm room, halfway between a pigpen and obsessive compulsive clean. Arthur had a fan aimed at his bed. Paul put his fan down and thought about getting a third one for the window.The dorm was an old wooden structure. The wood stained dark from years of use. Communal bathrooms, so. He stands and moves towards meKisses me ever-so-gentlyOn my bare shoulderThen says what I didn't expect"Bethany, don't worry, that's the most fun I've had with a trannie - ever."Don't worry!I am worry personified!Never been more worriedIn my entire life!I am the embodiment of 'worry'With very good reasonI've just sucked a cockHe's telling me not to worry!I'm standing, staring, wondering what to do, whet he will do with me -Or to me - nextBut suddenlyI know I need not worryHe's coming towards. In person. I shall take my sons out of the country, of course, but since it’s a holiday, what can she do? What happens to me is one thing, but her current duplicity makes me believe that she intends something nasty for them, too. I still have my Canadian passport, after all,” Trevor curtly informed him while Nina listened in with them.“Where are you? And is this your regular cell? If it is, get a burner, mate. Get a burner phone pronto! Let me guess, you’re starting a new firm outside of the UK. But regardless, the point is there was nothingthat we left out. He knows things that I have told no one else." Sound like you had a real bonding experience." We did, maybe too much. Some of the things he told me I didn't like.I'm still up in the air about him, but I do understand him better."Tomorrow, Thursday was the day of the follow up appointment with Dr.Zaaijer. It had been a week since the initial appointment and it was timeto see how things were going.When Joanne entered the master.