Room main ek he bed tha jispe main sota tha, lekin ek spare bedding thi jo market se li thi.hum room main aaye to usne dekha aur kaha ki room to accha...hai lekin chota hai maine kaha ab students ke liye yeh sehi hai. Phir main usko room main chor kar market saman lene gaya. Saman lane ke bad khana banaya aur woh room ki safai karne lagi,maine kaha aisa karte hain main apna bed bhi jameen per laga deta hoon. Usne kaha thik hai,bus phir bed ready ho gaya, raat ke khane ke baad main study karne. And SHEwas the one who made it happen. So, read on and enjoy!-------------------------------------------------------Every word of what I'm about to write is true (except names) and it isexciting for me to be able to share this unexpected and exciting eventthat I feel many of you can relate to...and perhaps wish it would happenfor you too. As a sissy crossdresser it is like a fantasy or dream cometrue but in a way I never could have imagined. This happened in2017...from early July until late. I intend to become successful on my own and one possible way of doing that is trade. One way to do successful trade is to understand geography, use the information while planning what to offer and where to get it.”“You mean smuggling.”I shrugged. “The hostilities between nearby nations may end someday. Those who already have established connections once it happens would have some serious advantage.”“So you had a plan.”I wanted to groan since it was as though she was still suspicious of me for. We used to date, but we broke up a while ago, I still live with her, sleep in her bed, and just about everything that dating entails, we just tell everyone and each other we aren't.You excited? I asked her as I sat the bag down.Fuck yeah, I've been needing a night of drinking for a while now. She said looking at me with an exaggerated sight.Wheres John? She said looking around.Oh, he went to the store to pick up a few things to eat and mix with the liquor. I said as I walked into the kitchen. I.