So, yes, this was a date."Reagan wasn't sure how to process that. He just muttered, "Oh. Wellthen, thank you again. You are a nice guy..."James cou...d hear rejection in Reagan's tone, and cut him off before headded the "but" that was inevitable. "I like you, and I have for awhile. You were pinging my gaydar even before you started wearing yoursister's clothes. You're smart, and funny, and very sweet, and I thinkyou're beautiful. You're exactly my type; soft feminine guys totallydo it for. A few days later I was outside when the postman arrived and I took the mail from him. Amongst them were some cards to me from my family — I recognised the handwriting — and also two cards, one to Millie in Julia's handwriting, and one to Beverley in my mother's. Neither girl mentioned those Christmas cards to me later.Then a few days after that, I was nipping down to the Cash and Carry and Beverley asked me to drop some cards off at the post office for her. Having handed them to me she suddenly. Are you having second thoughts?" Yes. Lots of them. But I'm not going to back out." I slipped my jacketoff as I followed her through a door at the back of the room. The next roomwas larger. In the dead center of the room was a padded leather table justlike you'd find in a doctor's office, right down to the stirrups.I hung my jacket on a coat rack just to the right of the door. I removedmy weapon and locked it the gun safe next to the coat rack. Kate watched insilence as I stripped down. She and my sister had been friends forever. I was disappointed that I couldn't lick my sister then, but the idea of seeing Darlene made me happy. I went to my room and put some shorts on over the panties.I was watching American Bandstand when Darlene opened the screen door and came into the house. "Hey, Danny," she said. She had a kind of a tote bag slung from her shoulder. Her eyes went to the television and she watched a few seconds before asking where Steph was. I told her she was in her.