Later she would tell me. I gave her a brief story of my life and let her know I was a widower for just over 5 years. We never discussed finances. AS I...was leaving I took her had and said "You have one friend here. Feel free to call anytime you want. You have an open invitation to my place any time you don't have to call." She smiled and thanked me then she reached up and gave me a hug. I hugged back and when we released my hand slid across her tits. just a slight touch she didn't seem to take. I offered her my hand and she stuck both of hers behind her, but she followed me to the town's only tavern and sat back in a dark corner, mouth a thin line. A fat tear ran down her cheek.I ordered two bowls of stew, some bread and cheese and two beers."Penny," I said, "is that what they call you?"She shook her head. "Most say Nell." Not Nelly?"She shook her head, and then we both dug into the food. She ate as if she had not eaten for some time. I sat back, got another beer and watched her eat. I couldn't remember the last time Mom had seen me in boy'sclothes; in fact, I could barely remember the last time I even WORE boy'sclothes. Here I was, sitting in a restaurant in plain view, wearing ashort dress and high heels, and it felt completely natural andcomfortable. The last traces of my nervousness at being 'read' were longgone."Yes," she went on, "And you really seem to like it too, don't you?" I guess I do."She paused."I suppose you know that that was our plan all along, Cynthia and. I still had a hard time believing the liquor store lady had been so forward with me. Then I looked at the piece of paper she had given me and concluded that however strange this all seemed, it actually was real. I glanced at my watch and concluded I might as well go.I walked over to the address she had given me and found it to be a modest apartment building. I went over to the door and quickly located the door bell next to the number that had to be hers. I rang the bell and with a buzz, the.