“Maybe I’m not gay, after all. I’m sorry I used you.” He made to rise, but I pressed a hand against his belly and pushed him gently onto the...bed. “Let me try one more thing, and if you don’t like it, then you can walk out of here, okay?” I said. He looked unconvinced, but decided to give it a shot. “Okay.” “Do you trust me, Tom?” I asked. He nodded. “Good. Now, hook your arms behind your knees and pull your legs as far back as you can.” A dubious look crossed his face, but he did as. When I weara skirt, I can go in my underwear any time. Withinseconds, I felt it coming. Around me were all thenormal sounds of a densely populated area, but I knew Iwas secure from view on my spot in the garden, and Ihoped nobody would come home during the next quarter ofan hour. The skirt was clearly noticeable against my legs; afterall, it is not one of my very light fabric makeshifts.It is warm and cozy and really feels like a garment. Iwas fully clothed, socks, shoes, sweater,. . He had placed me in the fire with that dried up twat any way. … I would quietly enjoy using his meticulously monogrammed towels and gleefully pissing all over his oak toilet seat [Bill actually sat down to piss, because he didn’t want to damage the material.] .. .. Those towels were fucking sweet and repressed twit that he is … Bill even had fiber optics running through the towel rack that heated the material … … after cleaning my windbreaker to the best of my ability, I turned to find a. "Bobby sat staring in to space. She couldn't have lied to him about going out of town, so she could see another guy — could she?"Hey, uh, I think I'm gonna, you know, uh, go home Sammy." Bobby, I'm sorry. I hope Bill was wrong. Maybe it wasn't her, you know?" she offered, trying to give him some hope."Yeah, me too. Thanks Sammy." He was surprised when he stood up to go that Sammy rushed up to him and wrapped her arms around him in a fierce hug. "Call me later? If you need someone to talk to,.