I was thankful that the guys hadn't forced me to wear a skirt. But as I slid them up my legs, I realized that since they fit so snug, I'd have to tuck...my dick back between my legs. That was a little uncomfortable, but once they were pulled up, it held fairly well. I slipped into the knee boots and zipped them up over the jeans. As I exited the restroom, I couldn't help but catch myself in the mirror, I quickly tussled my hair into something more girlish.All ready to go?" asked Joe.My answer was. But I'll get to see for myself that she's okay. She can't be too mad at me for that."As soon as Liam opened his door, he stopped. He didn't usually turn on any lights when he left for work, yet he noticed one flickering out of the corner of his eye. When he turned, he smiled and quietly closed and locked the door.The flickering light was coming from his television; he looked and noticed it was on one of those cable home shopping networks. Using the light from the TV, he turned and watched Gina. “Are you Mrs. Nelson?” the officer inquired. “Yes,” I answered. “What is going on?” “Is that your house? Number 1507?” the officer ignored my question. “Yes, please tell me what is going on,” I pleaded. “Were you home last night?” he asked. “Yes, but please tell me what is going on!” I now demanded. “One last question first Ma’am. Did you see or hear anything around 2:30 a.m. last night?” he asked. “No, I didn’t,” I honestly answered. “What is going on?” “There was a hit and run around that. So without hesitation, I suggested that Harold come make himself comfortable on the couch while I grabbed the remote for the home theater. I got the TV turned on then switched to the correct HDMI port, and BAM! There was Fred and our wives walking around our bedroom, it looked as though Jess was giving them a short tour of our chambers. Possibly to help take away from some of the awkwardness of what was about to happen. Harold just looked at me with a very happy expression on his face and.