His eyes flicked to me and something stirred in them. He straightened, eyeing my youthful, schoolgirl looks.I bet not too many girls looking like me c...me in here. What did the man think my relationship to Daddy was? I bet he thought I was his escort. His prostitute.I was Daddy’s whore.“Silver dollar for you,” the clerk said to Daddy. “She can get in for free. Matinee special for the ladies.”The way he spoke made me shiver. My nipples ached in my bra. He stared at me like I was meat. Hot,. “What are you doing here?” I whispered to her. In response she leaned in closer, her soft lips brushing mine. Her hands wrapped around my head pulling me into a more and more frantic kiss. I responded in kind, parting her lips, our tongues touching and dancing together. Breaking the kiss we both gasped for air, gulping down the oxygen for a minute or two.A finger to her lips, she stood and slowly, teasingly she undid her coat belt before letting it drop before. I finally saw her glorious. " So how many people know you are a sissy?" Prior to retirement I generally limited the people who knew about meas Sissy Pollyanna. I had to hide Pollyanna because of business andemployment. When I established my own firm and people became dependanton me for their employment, I opened up a little more to specialpeople. I suspect at the very least most people may have suspectedsomething different about me. I mean as a male I've always lookedgirlish and I'm naturally effeminate. Ask me about the. I was glad someone found this amusing. It was way too early for me to have a sense of humour.“Back off Neil She is out of bounds.” I frowned as Paul started his big brother act.Neil winked at me a lopsided grin on his face after Paul had looked away and I couldn’t help but smile back.Two hours later I thought I had died. Every muscle ached and sweat made my t-shirt cling to me. My hair was plastered to my head and neck and all I wanted was to kill my brother. I know Paul said he was going to.