Iagree you were right. Turned out to be a wimp anyway, I was wrong and youand Mum were right, as usual. Don't rub it in.In fact Paul wants to take me ...o the Opera in London this Saturday,another posh do! I don't know what the tickets would cost but I suspect alot. I have to see if Janice will baby sit at the weekend. I suspect thatwill be a defining date. Oh god, am I rambling.My, Baby! Well he did ask, and I said I was separated with a littledaughter. That seemed to intrigue him, muttered. "You should have knocked." They blinked innocently at him and sniffed, a practiced and oft-used gesture that was sure to elicit sympathy, and tossed back their hair."I know," he said, watching their firm globular breasts bobble, "I'm sorry, but I've been calling you off and on for ten minutes. Cover up yourselves; I want to talk to you." They already had jugs the size of oranges but their nipples were just tiny nubs that jutted out like finger tips when they were excitedThe girls rooted around. Ephus released them, then he turned to Eris, “I am sorry that I cannot power you up yet. I am afraid that I was only able to break ninety percent of the bonds that Ares has in you. “Til I can remove the rest; I am afraid I can’t power you more.”Eris had quickly climbed out of Ephus’s lap as soon as she realized where she was. Falling to the floor, she bowed her head to him. “I never expected you to do that master. I can hardly feel anything of Ares within me, I thank you for freeing me as much. ”“For that, I get to fuck.” “I’ll hurry through my shopping list."“Ready in an hour.”The checker players played on, undistracted by our transaction. Sal had probably bartered fake IDs for sex before. I’d upsold myself to intercourse, but gambled that Sal would settle for sodomy when he saw my mini-pad. But what if Sal discovered that he had blown by a boy? Stories abounded about beatings and murders of unmasked trannies.The lures of proving my passability and getting a girl’s ID’s overpowered.