)So, scrubbed groomed and smelling good, the young man got up the courage and walked into the nursing home. He went up to the glassed in main desk and...said the all-important words, "I am looking for a job."The old white haired lady looked up and at me for a few seconds and then asked; "You're a boy?"***I was a little startled by that question; I mean how do you answer something like that? So I didn't.She told me to have a seat and wait for a minute. I did, getting more nervous by the second. A. She smiled and said - maybe not as I am talking to you and you are a good looking guy. I told her my car was parked around the back and did she fancy chatting somewhere more private and happily she agreed.As soon as we got into my car she leaned over and kissed me - her tongue entered my mouth. I said your frisky aren't you and she said that she hadn't had sex since the baby was born even though she had got her figure back. I said do you want sex with me and she said yes. I asked what she. I am fair in complexion, something between white and light brown, the color of body men go crazy about. And my face is smooth and hairless with sharp nose and sexy lips. My lower lips is a bit thicker than the upper one which gives my lips a slutty look.And my body is hairless, smooth slim, exactly shaped as a girls. I have cute little boobs cute nipples. My navel is very tempting, all my boyfriends have stated that. My waist is thin and highly shaped, so is my arms, soft and shapey that men. ”“Fascinating! Your skills seem related to your jobs. That might mean someth—” They were interrupted by the chirping of crickets. “Sorry, that’s me.” He fished out his cellphone, holding it to his ear. “Hello?”“Is this Albert Collins?” a voice he didn’t recognize asked. Al was instantly on guard, as no one familiar with him would call him by his full name.“Yes it is. Who is this?”“My name is Philippe Moritz. I’m a reporter for the Daily Tribune. I spoke with your mother earlier.”“My mother? I.