. but by this time, Ann was a changed man.Who he now was and what he now was had been indelibly stamped into hismind. There was not even a single jot ...eft of the pride and arrogancethat had convinced him he yet retained some of the influence and statusof his normal life - that he had any control at all over what happened tohim now that he was Burt.And he was Burt.Uncomfortable, damp and aching, he had stared into the middle distanceall day sullenly and pathetically, all too aware of how. .. a dress. I think he had on a bra, too. It was thebra that convinced me he had done it before. He seemed very comfortable.I think he's worn them before." I can't believe this. Although...Mike is a little guy, and I he's a bitgirly. He used to play with dolls. He and Jenny used to bake. But thatdoesn't mean he's gay." Doesn't mean he's not. Look, there are a million gay kids out there. Whywouldn't our kid be one of them? He's still a great kid, you know." I know. I guess every father is. She commanded Lenora to undress completely. The gypsy girl went into an agile, violent dance-- whirling like a dervish. She was spinning so fast that her features became a recurring blur--clothes and filmy garments scattered on all sides."Feel yourself, gypsy!" Lenny cried.The gorgeously shaped dark-skinned woman began to probe at her open, spilling cunt with avaricious fingers. She closed her eyes and stood swaying back and forth in a transport of passion."Stay there till I need you!" Lenny. Ross listened with a disinterested ear, his mind was elsewhere. ======================= The day dragged slowly, Ross was waiting for the last period of the day to come, he had never been so keen for the French lesson to come. Adèle was sitting at her desk as usual when they all entered the room. The concerned expression on her face was probably only recognised by Ross, but then of course he knew why she might be worried. Ross walked straight up to her desk to accept the brown A5 sized manila.