As I drove down Shane's block I saw a tall, lanky young Black man and wondered if he was the person I was looking for. As I got closer, I realized he ...as too young. Shane had told me he was 41 years of age. Half a block later I reached my destination and saw a large black man coming outside as I parked. We met half way up the front walk and he invited me inside. My new BMW looked out of place in the neighborhood and I wondered what the neighbors thought I was there for. d**gs, perhaps? He. I knew what was going on in private because Mom told her father that I was fucking her.“You always were a little whore,” Grandpa said when he heard about me, “I loosened up your pussy, and you let everybody in.”“Well, that’s what you wanted, and that’s what you got. Don’t bitch about it now.”“Who said I’m bitching? I want to watch when he pours the coals to you.”He did get the chance to watch—a lot of times; at least once a month. So what made this Sunday any. Then again, the idea of an adhesive making an outfit indestructible andpermanently bonded to your body seems too far fetched, and you decideagainst playing her weird little game, and you brave the hallways andhead to reception to call a friend. You teeter on your heels and swishyour way down the hall, into the elevator, and out into the main lobby.Time seems to freeze as everyone gets a good look at you, and laughterslowly erupts amongst the crowd. You mince your way to the front desk andask. Anthony's dick got harder as he donned Charlotte's strawberryblonde wig. High-heeled shoes that matched his dress were found inDenise's closet. He went to the vanity and applied make-up to match.He decided to hang out the entire day wearing his new wardrobe; doinggirly stuff until Barbara's friends got home. He planned on disrobingaround four, long before Charlotte and Denise would get home. Theywouldn't be the wiser, he thought; only if he would remember to place thepieces of his outfit.