It wasn’t until I looked in the direction of my girlfriend, in an attempt to speed up the drinking process, that I noticed she was in deep conversat...on with a dark-haired woman standing next to her. I did a double-take and was about to move over to her when I noticed the woman’s hand rest gently on her backside as they chatted.That was my cue; my reason to look around the room and view everyone closely. Like detective Colombo, I came to the only conclusion I could. It was a bit like knowing. He was surprised that Irma never said anything abouthim being a man. On the way home Martha told him about Trudy andDave and the bikini. Now he was beginning to see where Martha gotthe idea of putting him in a dress. They had a leisurely supper that Martha had fixed. She said itwasn't as good as the meals he'd fixed but it was flavorful and didfill them up. After dishes were done they sat on the couch andwatched television, kissing during the commercials. Martha asked him if he had picked a. She hummed, further stimulating that little nub. The she snuck her tongue under the hood and . . . ‘Oh no you don’t,’ Rachel said, stepping back and spinning Torrie to face Janine. As badly as she wanted for Torrie to continue, Isabel had a plan. They were going to make Torrie wait. Janine had actually turned around and was facing the other direction, so Torrie had to push her face between those pleasantly round butt cheeks before she could bury her tongue in Janine’s nether lips. Torrie was. Theidea of being a prostitute was exciting to me though, and after amoment of thought I said, "All right! I'll do it! What do we do now?"Margo smiled. "Just follow my lead, and be friendly," she said, and ledthe way back to the bar.We sat for a few minutes at the bar with Frank while he and Margospoke, and then we all rose to leave. On the street, Margo and I eachtook one of Frank's arms, and we walked to her apartment. In theelevator, Frank took the liberty of feeling my ass. I only smiled.