"One more time wouldn't hurt and it would sure help meout."I was ever so slightly shaking my head. It was nothing to Antony, hedidn't have to go to a ...isco dressed as a girl, but I was sure now thatthat was what he expected me to do."I'll go as your male companion. I can help you out. If we meet hereduring the afternoon between all of us we can pull this off easy."Angela had chimed in. She even seemed excited by the prospect.With a heavy sigh, I caved. "Alright, just this once more." It was. She usually wears chudithar with dupatta on left side nd exposing her right boob it’s about 40D because she was a married. From that day we were chatting upon various topics whenever time permits. She was constantly praising me for reducing weight. We chatted on adult topic too. During this conversation I came to know that she got married very early in life nd now she s getting bored oftenly.I understood what she means. Then one day she phoned me and called me for her daughter’s b’day party. I. .. who shall escort me to the Prom?” She loved her older brother ... more than her daddy suspected. He had promised, cross my heart and hope to die, to escort her to her Junior Prom.“We’ll work something out.”“Thank you, Daddy.”The bubbly teen kissed her father on his forehead ... leaving a bright red lipstick imprint on a rapidly balding pate.His phone rang. This in itself was miraculous. Miles of the phone company lines had been down for weeks.The bounteous blonde stopped and turned in time. “We’d like a room.”“Just one?” he asked, glancing around.“With the biggest bed, “ I said, “for me and my women.”“Of course, of course, “ he said, glancing at them. “Such beautiful roses. That’ll be a silver a pierce for the night with dinner and breakfast included.”I pulled out the coin. The moment he took it, he turned and called, “Anadalia, my beloved, we have guests.”From across the room a willowy and mature woman sauntered. She wore the same loose pants and vest, though hers were of purple.