AsBrian walked towards the trunk of his car to get their bags I jumped in theback seat of our truck with Michelle and Desiree. Desiree appeared to be ... bit more relaxed as she sipped on her beer andthanked me for trying to help them. I told the women what Brian and Idiscussed outside and they agreed it was in our best interest. Brian opened therear of the truck only to notice a cooler full of beer amongst other alcohol,the cloud of smoke and smell of weed. “You girls have started the weekendoff. We talked for a bit after we finished. The waitress took our plates and I asked for my check."Oh, dinner is all paid for already." I looked at Frank."It is my treat for keeping me company during the meal, and hopefully during the play as well." He looked at me in a happily questioning way.I demurely nodded.We walked together to the discount-ticket stand and he bought two seats one row behind my original ticket, but on the other side of the house. I was able to sell my ticket in front of the. He asked why he needed uniforms and she told him hewould feel more like a maid if he dressed as one. They stopped at the uniform store. Sheila told the woman shewanted a couple of maid's uniforms for her husband. The salesladysaid they were her second customers that day where the wife wantedmaid's uniform for a husband. She showed Sheila a half dozen uniforms in different colors andstyles. She recommended that a corset be worn under them. Sheilasaid they didn't have a corset. The saleslady. The purplish panties against the creamy white skin looked more to Brad that of a girl instead of a boy. He looked down his legs, which were also lean, but long, and saw the gap between the boy's sneakers and the hem of his pants - this k** was wearing nylons instead of socks! "Holy crap - this k**'s a fag" Brad thought to himself. Still, he thought he could imagine looking at this k**'s bubble butt like it was a girl's, and chided himself for such queer thoughts."Excuse me" Brad said to the.