A dark, confused funk seized me when I got into my carand drove home.There were elements of the evening that I enjoyed verymuch. The femininity I witn...ssed was almost blinding.Unlike any femininity I had ever seen. The cumming wasawfully good too, though I regretted letting a boysuck my cock. I shouldn't have tossed another boy offeither, but I was caught up in the situation. Once Ihad time to think and evaluate, you could bet topdollar that I wouldn't do anything that gay again.Ever.Mom and. After donning his usual garb, black butt hugging jeans, and a black wife beater shirt, he stepped out of his colonial estate, inhaling the scents of the n ght. He took to the sky, revelling in the wind on his face, blowing his raven hair behind him. He settled to the earth, silent as a predaroty cat. For that's what he was, a predator stalking his prey. He came to his favorite spot, the Garden District, just a block away from Bourbon Street. He cruised the side walks,slowly walking past the. Well, didn?t my buttons burst when we heard the first news bulletins backhere. They asked Claire to stay over in Washington, and the next night,there was our girl on the Camel News Caravan with John Cameron Swayze,accepting a special medal from the president. We don?t have a televisionat home, in fact I doubt if there are a dozen in the entire town, soMartha and I had to watch with a crowd at Norton?s Store, where the G.E.sets on sale at $449 a pop aren?t exactly flying out of the place.You?d. Two labels fell from the printer. "This one goes on the spine," said Amy as she stuck the label on the book. "And this one goes inside the front cover." She placed the other label in the appropriate place. "Now it's ready to go on the shelf," she said, placing the book on a wheeled cart.Ron nodded. "If you'll make the labels, then I'll put them on the books," he said as he handed Amy the next book from the stack."Okay," said Amy. They easily fell into a rhythm of printing and labeling the new.