I could feel myself getting very wet. You looked over toward the "glory hole" and saw someone peeking through the hole. You stood up while holding ont... my ass and slowly eased me closer to the hole. We were right up against the wall when you felt someone's hand reaching through the hole. The hand went straight for my now very wet pussy, but I was still unaware. The man in the next room was slipping his fingers in and out and you had my ass in both hands and was pushing me harder toward the. I lead the way to the door, making sure he’s behind me so I don’t let extra cold in the room. I stand in the dark garage, unready to leave him. I’ve spent the entire day with him and it’s still not enough. He comes through the door and reaches for the light. I put my hand on his arm, stopping him. The moment seems perfect to me. I say, ‘Don’t turn the lights on, I like the dark.’ He looks at me strangely but puts his arm down. I slowly walk towards him, wrap my arms around him and kiss his. Johnathon was standing there with his mouth hanging open, what the hell who was this stranger and where was the extreme asshole that was his father?"Hmmmm," continued his father, "I guess you know that you Uncle Ben is pissed as hell at you but nowhere as bad as he is at me." Tom turned to show Johnathon the black eye he had that was starting to swell slightly."Uncle Ben did that?" Johnathon said dumbfounded."Oh yeah," Tom replied, "along with a few choice phrases." Good for him, so how long?". All the amateurs write Halloween stories"."You know, I'm this close to an idea. This close! But ...." You know what the great writers do?" Yeah. They write." They dress the part. Guys who write baseball stories carry a bat aroundwith them. I've seen them. Guys who write war stories wear a helmet. Theyhave some sort of affectation. You could do the same thing." You want me to cross-dress?" Hell, wearing a pair of panties isn't cross-dressing, bubbles. Youaren't going the full Caitlyn, you.