“I don’t call myself lesbian, or even bi, but I do enjoy a little strange sometimes.” she said matter of factly, still watching my face.“Ursul..., as long as you weren’t committed to him, it’s just your business.” I assured her.“He was committed, wanting to give me a ring, but he knew that was not going to be me.” She assured me.I invited her to sit with me and I got her a drink as we watched the game and chatted. New York was being beat 4-nil late in the game so there was no reason to get. .. for us and for you!”Gently she rubbed one of her perfect little buns and squeaked, “You mean... ?”“I mean!”“But they’re still awful sore from the last time,” she complained.“Tough!”It was all the two men could do to control their laughter.“How about handicaps?” I asked in a voice that would carry a bit. This was part of what we had discussed with the pro.Instantly the two were falling all over themselves insisting it was just a friendly match — yeah, sure! — and they weren’t necessary. Kris. On a Tuesday afternoon, I went to Clay’s house. Clay had broken up with Rebecca, ultimately causing this ‘war’ to end but Rebecca was going to his house to sort things out. At the last minute she decided she couldn’t bear to see him and instead I would go there, but she didn’t tell Clay. I was planning on beating the shit out of him. I fucking hated him.I got to the house and knocked on the door, as soon as he opened the door. ‘Nick, what are you doing here’ Clay questioned, but I took no. ” He said as he handed me one of his cars that had the address of his shop on it.I got my bag of emergency Missy items and told him I would be there soon. By this time it was dark so I wasn’t worried too much about walking in the front door as Missy and in such erotic clothing however I didn’t walk the entire distance in my lingerie. I waited till I got to the shop and ducked into an alley. I opened my bag and pulled out my mirror to apply my makeup, then I put on my wig and my fake tits before.