"Leave it open," he said."What? Why? You think I'm gonna flush myself down the toilet and escape?" I stared at him. "Jesus." Just leave it open," the ...an sighed. "And hurry up." Shoot." I frowned, unsnapping my tiny pink shorts and pushing them down, then the little lace thong I'd bought too. "It isn't very clean in here." Clean enough," he chuckled."Got negra trouble?" I heard a man laugh."I like to keep an eye on her," Mr. Davis shrugged and I couldn't see who he was talking to."You selling. She had a boyfriend, a DJ and the kind of nice, personable guy you might wish on a friend. Anything other than friendship was out, so we were left with a knowing understanding without sexual tension.The night club we finally settled on was not my choice, the kind where truly desperate men pretended to be attracted to truly desperate women, who in turn pretended receiving drunken lunges on the dance floor are a sign of their attractiveness. As I sat down Emma told me one of the women on the. I slowly slid my hands from her waist up to her breasts and hooked my thumbs under them. I used my thumbs to lift them slightly, eliciting another slight whimper, and then ran my thumbs up and over her nipples. They were small and erect as I rotated my thumbs around them, feeling the satin of her nightgown underneath, and I felt her body trembling against mine.I stepped away and took her by the hands, guiding them to the buttons on my shirt, and caressed them while her trembling fingers fumbled. "I do have one thing to mention." Whats that?" said Peter."Clothes. You'll need some of your own and your boys clothes: I'll boxthem up and put them in the loft," she said."Surely I'll still need them?" said Peter. "My boy clothes." I want to see how serious you are about being a girl. You can alwaysturn back now and be a boy again," she added. "I'll keep your schooluniform available." I never want to be a boy again," he told her."Say that in a few weeks time." I will. And the next few months,.