The paintings suggest that he has either completed dressing for theevening and has put his things away or that he is taking them out to donhis now-gay...apparel ("gay" in the sense of gaiety, not--or notnecessarily--in the sense of homosexuality).By wearing women's clothing, especially clothing which is equated withboth femininity and sexuality, the cross dresser assumes the femininerole, becoming, for a time, the woman whom he would like to be at alltimes, sacrificing his own masculinity, if not. .......we do orgies, we do all kinds of crazy stuff....................." Yeah, yeah I know.................. I don't know what category I'm supposed to put that in...to be honest, Rachel, I've known that for a long time......well, when Sylvia's marriage was wrecked...okay.....that is between you and Sylvia. It's kind of beyond my understanding, but the older I get, the more I realize that stuff about love and sex and being intimate with another person is beyond my. Could she want it to end? Most likely not, but I would have to be careful from here on out. It’s a dangerous thing, trying to sway the loyalty of a taken woman. A boyfriend of 5 years is no laughing matter. But I don’t like relenting, especially without good reason. “I want to get you in trouble and then I want to keep you there. Tell me, how many guys have you danced with tonight?”Her response took a little awhile; apparently, she was having fun. But this didn’t concern me; if I were to have. Ryan and Gemma looked sheepishly at the floor as their friends celebrated their first entrance as a couple. ‘Stop being so coy and tell us EVERYTHING!!!’ Rachel shrieked. Gemma looked at Ryan and could see the twinkle in his eye still. She’d teased him mercilessly in the taxi on the way over and he had begged her to stop. Of course, she hadn’t. And now both of them were flustered and struggling to keep their composure. ‘I think we’re going to need alot of drinks.’ Ryan whispered to Gemma as.