Until I had to stretch over the little bastard to pull the shirt off his shoulders. Then my chest touched his and we both reacted. His nipples were ha...d too. Two brown points on a smooth coco butter field, soft but firm, smelling faintly of ... something ... I stepped back when I realized he was wearing cologne. He planned this. Damn cracker! Knowing that made it easier to take his shirt the rest of the way off. I hung it in his locker the way he hung my stuff. I could hear the crowd around us. “Uh ... Sorry. There are ten thousand of us on strike. The street frontage is only two hundred yards. That means we have about three hundred people on the picket line at once. There’s no room for any more. So, most are home in their beds at least a couple of days between their shifts.”“This takes an incredible amount of organization. Who worked out the details?”“My wife and me, mostly. She’s behind us all the way and a great encouragement to me. Some of the folks out there don’t have that kind. Why Topanga Canyon, why not West Hollywood? Her indulgent father in San Diego gave her his getaway house. A small, two-bedroom home surrounded by trees. “The Ash and I can run around starkers, no nosy neighbors nosing around.”“So you practice nudism?”“Naw, we just get naked. Builds up his self confidence. I praise him, tell him he’s got a great bod. Which in fact he does. And I let him know that his cock is gorgeous, that’s important to the male species. Sort of like boobs for us.”“How does he. After taking it I went back to her and found Iwas making good progress walking on the shoes."Take your purse and let's go. We'll go to a quiet restaurant wherewe're not known. Just keep telling yourself you're a woman and actfeminine. Pretty soon it'll come naturally. You can start with yourvoice by going to a little higher pitch when you talk."The pill was staring to work and I could feel the tightness in my chestand facial muscles staring to relax as I responded, "You mean likethis?" Too.