WE CANT BE PLAYING AROUND LIKE THIS WE CAN IF YOU DONT TELL ANYBODY.IT WILL BE OUR LITTLE SECRET.HE DROPPED THE CLOTHES AND HUGGED ME TIGHTLY MY ERECT...NIPPLES DUG INTO HIS T-SHIRT AND MY NEATLY TRIMMED BUSH RUBBED SO HARD AGAINST THE FRONT OF HIS JEANS THAT I WAS SENDING OFF ELECTRIC SPARKS. I HATE TO ADMIT IT, BUT I WAS HOPELESSLY AROUSED PARTLY BECAUSE OF THE PORNO MOVIE I WAS WATCHING EARLIER AND I PARTLY FANTASIZED ABOUT A HOT HUNK WALKING IN ON ME AND CATCHING ME.WITH MY OWN HANDS ALL OVER. Thus, the Sunday after Cordelia had dropped me off at my home had dredged on in agonizing slowness. Every few minutes I found myself frozen in the middle of whatever I was doing, my thoughts once again filled with images of her angelic face, and the need to follow her on another depraved journey coursed relentlessly through every fiber of my being. I recognized all the symptoms for what they were – unmistakable signs of an addiction that would inevitable blow apart my world. But like a heroin. "Wear girl's clothes?" he wailed."Better than going to school in a towel," I replied.He sighed, and nodded, so I went to my closet to find something he couldwear.We soon realized that my pants wouldnt fit him, because of thedifferences in our hips - I have them, he doesnt, So reluctantly, hetried on a skirt, and it fit.He also conceded that he couldn't go commando, so I was able to find apair of pantie for him as well.He looked at himself in the mirror while wearing the skirt, and thensaid,. Putting the top down on a sunny day we drove around as if rich Californians, if a bit out of date. I remember the first one with power windows, I think it was a 1953. Us kids moved the windows up and down in amazement. He parked his car in our single car garage, took it to a car wash on Fridays and bought gas by ordering five gallons, not by dollar amount, which in those days was still under $2.00. He could play the piano and sing, mostly Chinese.