He really was a lower class working man.Thinking that gave him a flutter of different impressions: a kinky, dirtyfeeling of self-degradation but also ... level of pride. For over a weeknow he had felt a level of guilt somewhere in his body that while he wasBurt it was only right to live up to Burt's responsibilities.That was surely what he was doing now.He dug up another shovelful. "I'm a working man."And another. "I'm a working man."Another. "I'm a working man."And another. "I'm a working. Sandy didnt know yet that I was bi, and I was hesitant to share that yet. I had been talking to her cousin Billy and we had a lot in common. I was about to find out we had more things in common than I thought.Someone asked Billy to go to his place and get some music for the party. Apparently he had a good sized collection of albums and he asked if I wanted to come pick some out. We headed to his place a couple miles away. We went in and the first thing I saw was a full wall of shelves from. Naked might be more fitting. I was still debating. Luckily, there were only two days to debate.Much of the next two days were a blur. The days always started with our routine, including my swim, but I was busy with the preparations and part of that was intended to be a surprise for others including b**st. So, I had him chasing after various things so I knew exactly where I needed to go to get what I needed. The hut became my spot for those days of preparation. b**st was told to stay out so I. We had to make three trips to the girls'restroom to change our panty liners!When school let out for the day at two-thirty Georgia insisted we hangout with her and all the other kids at the Arcade. We begged off,telling her we had salon appointments which our 'Aunts' had arranged asa gift to welcome us to our new homes. When we told her we were going to'Gloria's' she went ballistic. "God, that's only the most popular salonin town! Every girl goes to Gloria's!" Her esteem of our Aunts, and.