We ate slowly, savoring the food. We decided against dessert, but Christine decided to have another drink before we went back to work."We are on duty ...ou know." I said."Screw that!" she said, surprising me, "This is all overtime anyway. "That bitch Bonnie is lucky we didn't leave her here to do all the clean up herself!"One more margarita had become three and we left the restaurant in a very pleasant haze.We went back to the store to finish the shipment. One of the boxes held several books on. I also think a few more days of being a woman and in touch with your femininity will be a positive experience." But people will think I'm a punk, a pussy!" I said."Bullshit! It only matters what you feel, what I feel. No one else matters," she said. I knew she was right. I loved what had transpired in the last couple of days. I didn't want that to end anytime soon, I just needed some gentle nudging and reinforcement."OK, let's do it," I said. "Call Candy back." Carol kissed me and told. She was fairly conservative in those swinging days. She never even wore mini-skirts. She might wear a skirt above the knee but not by very much. Generally, she wore jeans as did most college students in those days, just like now. Some things never change.We went out for about a month before I ever got in her pants. She had consented to giving me the occasional hand job, but this was to deter me from the primary target.One night we were fooling around in my apartment - my two roommates were out.. A night in an old hotel wasn't the evening or expense he had in mind, but he knew she was right. To make matters worse, nightfall was close at hand."Let me call down there and reserve a room for you," she offered as she punched the numbers in the keypad. She waited for the line to connect, and then set the receiver back on its hook. "Their line's busy," she said. "Everyone's probably trying to get in there." There must be another hotel," James said. "It's just for a night. I'm not fussy." None.