In some ways, it was like living in the flat, without the homework. My alcove became a dorm bed, with half a closet and a military foot locker. Shower... were communal and hot water a rare privilege. Food was done on a chore schedule. Same old, same old.Forty hours a week I spent working at a transient shelter. Another twenty were at a legal aid office, filling out government forms for people that could barely read. It was something that stayed with me when I went into politics. Another few hours. And for you?Me: Yes, its very nice. So even if I wasn't all dressed up you'd still be turned on by me in guy mode?Jim: Oh fuck yes!Me: Like if we had a weekend together or went on a trip together and you were on the couch and I sat next to you and leaned my head on your shoulder and you put my arm around me as I gently started rubbing you? Would that still turn you on? Jim: We'd be making out so hard. Of course it would not take long to get naked.Me: The thought of being naked for you really. I'd just had sex with Stacy and Angie, the twin blondes, and that had been fantastic, but I didn't really know them. You know? Not like I knew Lisa, which wasn't as good as I knew Julie, but I tried not to think about Jules anyway and Lisa was making that easy. She wore a pair of denim cut-offs, all frayed and stressed out and faded almost white. They were loose too, like falling down her hips and tummy far enough that I could see the waistband of her pink panties. On top Lisa wore a kind of. She pulled out a pink wool one made ofchunky stitching. I had gotten it as a gift a year and a half ago and hadnever worn it."Wear this one," she said as she put it on the bed."Dani, I've never worn that. It was a gift from my aunt in Colorado." Look, sweetie, what did you tell me? You liked the feel of my sweaters,right? Well, here you have one that would feel just like some I wear.Just put it on and see how it looks. If you, or I, don't like it, you cantake it off."I went to my bureau to put.