I did get a thrill that this guy wanted me. However, itwasn't a sexual thrill like you are implying. It was more of a vanitything. With his looks and ...oney, he could have had any number of women.Yet he chose me. He made me feel pretty. I spent a lot of time andeffort to create that look. No one had ever seen me dressed as a woman,so it was exhilarating to think I could look not only passable butattractive. So, shoot me for being a narcissist."We bumped into each other as I outside of the. I took a chance, and sent a reply to only that email, thanking him for the flattering words that I knew I didn't deserve since I had let myself go to the point of being over 200 pounds. I don't know what I was thinking, but I put my phone number on it, and quickly hit send.My heart was beating pretty fast at what I had just done, but my feelings were quickly crushed by an email that said that my message wasn't sent through, because the posting had been deleted already. I returned to my sour. He’s been discharged and he bought a house two streets over from us.’ With those words my panic level began to rise and I quickly interjected, ‘And he’s going to live there with his what, his third wife?’ Again, she quietly spoke, ‘No he’s gotten divorced again but this time he had to lose some of his pension to her.’ I tried to quell my anger but I couldn’t and I said, ‘Shit!’ just a little too loud. Some of the patrons nearby us looked at me in surprise. My expletive was not over the fact. . or him ... or fuck I don’t know what the fuck it is...” he said as several other guys crowded in the room.“I wanna piss on her – it’s so fucking hot”“Look at its cock ... it’s fucking hard – she fucking loves this”“Fuck – I wanna bust a nut all over those titties – look at them!”“How many fucked you last night?”“There were four of them...”“There are 1... 2... 3... 4... 7 of us here ... and you don’t look like you can have much of a way to stop us”Truth was – if they couldn’t tell by hard cock.