One was from some guy wanting my support in his bid for a seat on the City Council. I deleted that one too.The day went fast and when I got home the r...d light was blinking again. Four messages; three from Gwen and one a surprise. I wondered why Gwen was calling my home phone instead of my cell so I took a look at it and found that it was turned off. I'd forgotten that I'd turned it off when I went to the lake and had forgotten to turn it back on. On reflection it was probably a good thing. The following morning I was asked to go clean the Morris suite as the Room Manager said they had gone out for the day. I knocked softly on the door, hearing no response I let myself in with my key card, leaving a ‘cleaning in process’ tag hanging on the outside door handle. Imagine my surprise to find Major Morris sitting at the table reading the newspaper in his dressing gown.‘I’m sorry sir.’ I stammered, ‘I understood the suite was empty.’‘Lady Morris has gone out for the day but I decided. I remember this realy well, even if it happened aproximately 12 years ago and I was piss drunk. It was a birthday party of one of my friends, at the time I was crossdressing but not so often and I was thinking about it more like about a thing that I will grow out, than a sexual thing or even my alter-ego as I'm thinking about it right now. All of my friends was aprox 18 y old as I was. The party took part at a house of I think four or five rooms, there was girls, a lot of drinks, music, and so. The bar was small and dark. We ordered drinks and as our eyes adjusted to the light it became apparent that I was the only white guy in the place. On the other hand there were several white women in the club who had hooked up with locals. I later found out it was a place tourist women went to go native. In fact, right next to us in a booth was a young petite redhead, who was getting mauled by a Rastafarian. Based on the way she was grabbing him, she was loving every minute of it. Sue was facing.