“Come with me, my love. Kara’s on her way, and will get here as soon as she can.” He nodded slowly. She gently helped him stand, and led him int... her bedroom, laying him down in the middle of the bed. “I’m right by your side, my love. You don’t have to deal with this alone.” She pulled him close, and felt the tears begin again as he cried on her chest. “Let it out Manny. Don’t hold the sadness in; let it out.”She glanced up as Kara appeared in the doorway, wearing a skirt and nothing else. “I. Emily arrived at noon she had her son Wayne in the stroller, Terry introduced the two woman, they headed into the kitchen. Sherry asked her “would you like coffee”? Emily smiled “ok I would prefer a soda if you have any”. She thought about it for a few seconds “no soda but I’ve got lemonade or ice tea”. Her response was “ice tea please”, since the baby was asleep they ignored him. Terry left the room pretending not to be interested, he left them alone for at least 45 minutes, he headed back to. He hated how every pair of shoes he owned addedat least three inches to his height. He hated how he couldn't walkwithout shaking his hips. He hated the feeling of breasts pulling on hischest and the way they jiggled with every high-heeled step. He hated theway people looked at him whenever he left the house all dolled up, and hehated how he had to pretend to like it. He hated his new job at ClubRouge, he hated flaunting his new self on-stage, he hated all the girlysongs he had to sing, and he. At least it does in Chicagoland.We go out looking for excitement. We dress to kill and we want to dance and we compete for the hottest guys who are doing the same. If I'm on the scene, I can always come out on top, but sometimes the scene disappoints. The guys are either not up to my dancing standards, or I've already fucked the best and a return engagement just doesn't seem appealing, usually because they're mediocre in the sack.The girl-girl nights always start the same. I decide the guys.