Mom was still sleeping and I was starting to think about one of my girls, when she walked in, as if called by my thoughts alone. She carried three cup... with her, all with coffee in them for its all I smelled. She walked over to my mom, I was about to tell her to let her sleep, but all she did was place the cup on the floor. The other cup she placed by the chair, the one he was in before. She never once looked at the bed, so I watched her as she went and sat in another chair, one that was turned. My second interview with Micky and Susan was much more relaxed. I think that was because I was much more relaxed. I had done some thinking about what I'd told Fran - that Micky and Susan acted "married". It was little things they did that caused me to think that way. It was the way they looked at each other, and their posture when they stood together. It was the way that, while telling a story about their past, one picked up the narrative from the other in that seamless kind of storytelling way. ‘Oh yeah…yeah…fuck yeah!’ Crystal shrieked as her body tensed, her hands slapping at the table surface like we were part of a sexual wrestling match and I had just won. Really and truly my victory was made even sweeter by the fact that I was fucking the tight hot ass of Anna’s best friend, who Anna had no knowledge of being back in the same city. Although I still had feelings for her, this was one sexual feeling that was never going to probably ever be re-enacted. I then buried my cock deep in. I looked the other way. After a year I still felt humiliated in the company of others. The bar was a nightmare. I had no choice other than to act the smiling girly or I would be fired. I would look out at the sea of faces that wanted to be served wishing that I had a chance to be male again, not the little slut that men would fuck, but not the type that they would take home to meet their mothers.The bus arrived at the club and I got off and entered by the side door. ?I hope your panties are.