“If you have the time, sir,” he said. “Please come in and I’ll give you the information I wanted to deliver.” Sinclair stepped inside the do...r and moved in front of Evan’s desk. “I have a conference call in 30 minutes, so I would appreciate this being brief.” “Would you like to sit down?” Evan asked. “I don’t have time for that,” Sinclair responded. “Just give me what you’ve got so that I can move on to important business.” Evan let the insult slide over him, but used it to bolster his feelings. "Would you like a drink?" he asked in an uncomplicated accent.Fifteen minutes later we were still talking. I'd established that his name was Nick and he was a final year law student. Whatever else he was, he was certainly bold and had established that I didn't complain about his hand first brushing 'accidentally' against my thigh and then being placed on my thigh.I was aware that his hand was steadily rising higher on my leg, had in fact risen beyond the hem line of my very short skirt and was. I had grown to know around the age of 13 I had feelings about people of my own gender, but was ignorant of them and did not express them in the slightest publicly or privately... until I met James.James is 6'1", 195 pounds, and does not have an ounce of fat on his body. I mean he is ripped head to toe, 6 pack (almost an 8 pack :)), toned as hell muscles, and a hot hot hot butt. James and I have played football together since we were kids, and boy have I fantasized about him for years, and hid. " Trust me," Laura said. "Once you're all dressed you'll see how nice you feel!"Paul shrugged his shoulders as he began pulling on his stockings. "I just hope you're right." He murmured.He was amused to find that although he'd never worn women's clothing before that weekend he was able to once again put on his pantyhose without a problem and fasten his bra as if he'd done it for years. Before putting on his skirt and blouse he sat at his vanity and expertly made up his face and styled his.