In my head I’d seen Craig all gape-mouthed with surprise, too stunned to make any decisive move, with me dictating the proceedings, teasing the man ...ith my legs and my bottom and my pert little tits. Not that there would be any doubt about the outcome, there was always going to be some rampant sex on the cards, but I did think I’d have a little fun before the serious stuff started.Instead it seems that Craig is the one with it all together. He’s so cool about it all. He also looks gorgeous in. From his pictures, he seemed sane. He was surprised I messaged him, he said it was late and he didn’t expect me to reply since it was already a few days since I posted my advertisement.Me:Do you want to meet or not? - 3:33AMHim:3:33AM - Yes baby, of course. Where?Me:The Wal-Mart’s parking lot near Chester Street. - 3:34AMHim:3:34AM - On the way.I took my cross-dressing shit out of my hiding spot under my bed, stuffed it in my gym bad, and put on a hoodie. I left the dorms through the fire exit. “Why?” I asked nervously. “Only its not exactly cold and you have a polo neck on, that’s all,” he said.I shot a look at Andrea, who looked deathly pale, and about to vomit. We had our story, and Oliver didn’t even question it, maybe he didn’t even hear what we told him. I’d packed two bags with a change of clothes in them for each of us, all locked in the boot of my car. I loaded the dishwasher, she helped, and dropped a glass onto the floor, where it smashed. I bent down to help her clear the. ”“I felt the same way when I first met him, but he and his wives are good people, and ... more down to earth than you could probably imagine.”There it is, Hall thought. Wives! I know all those women are married to Matthews. They just plain acted like wives in that tunnel, and they were all over him and obviously worried sick. Now he mentions Wainwright’s wives – plural – so he has more than one, also. How the hell do I act? Mr. Matthews implies that I might be here for a day or two, at least..