There was a mix of envy andpride at the various comparisons and everything wrapped around how I'duse that anatomy to help me get the attention of the ...ight guys.It was a strange feeling, and when it all mixed together with my moremasculine thought process, I felt an odd bit of validation. I couldunderstand just how hollow all that false insecurity was, and howlittle all those petty differences with other girls made to the malemind. Sure, extremes were an issue, but I could feel my old male. “She sounded anxious,” Rachael said.“Probably needs money,” I said. “She wouldn’t have called otherwise.”“Might be ... we usually do,” Rachael said.“I need to get to Alliance. Hood time,” I said by way of explanation. “I’ll call her from there.”I of course, promptly forgot. I hate getting old. 29 isn’t old, you idiot. I know ... but thirty is next. Never trust anyone over thirty.It wasn’t until I spotted the Beech H model that I remembered. That’s pretty, I thought.“I am?”“What?” said Amy.“I. He could decide who had died by Monday morning. Right now he had everything else to sort out.Everything else...Holy shit, like finding a hotel room (make that a hotel suite), like passing it off as Tommy's, like stopping being Kevin bloody Roach for the whole fucking night! How exactly was he going to pull this off? Right, okay Kev, don't panic. What's to be done? Stop off home, pick up some stuff - sort out the hotel on the way. Was Phil working that evening? Kevin thought so - yes, he'd call. I see my date walking up to my porch in a flowing short black skirt, and spaghetti -strap tank top on. I can do nothing but watch the sun shine on her bouncing cleavage, and try not to drool. As I open the door she notices me watching her. 'H' looks me up and down. With a sly grin she twirls in place. I get a chance to see quite a bit of tan thigh and shaking boobs as my erection grows to full length in my shorts.'H' takes pity on me by asking, “Shouldn’t we get to the movies now?”I laugh.