Well, too fascinated, perhaps. But there was no harm there, he thought. The Philippines were going their own way, despite being part of the American e...pire in one way or another for almost a century. He liked Rosalinda a great deal, and planned on travelling to see her when they both returned home next year. "Yes, she's definitely becoming more American in some ways."Rosalinda followed Trina and Anne into the restroom. She didn't really have to answer the call of nature, but both girls had. On the plus side, it flushed the stalker out of hiding, too, and I had no freaking clue where he’d been all this time! He was an average-looking guy in running gear, reddish-brown hair with maybe a three-day growth of stubble. His tanned face wore a sly grin as he pulled even with me. Dammit, he didn’t even look winded!I slowed to a trot. Let him think I was running out of steam. “Why are you following me?”He gave me a half-incredulous look as he slowed to match me, but the grin was still. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that had belonged to her late husband. Like me, he obviously loved to dress as a woman, favoring rubber and leather, but also enamored by satin, vinyl and plastic intimates and outerwear."There, I think we've found your outfit for tonight's party at Lisa's house," remarked Esther, after having me put on loose rubber bloomers and a form-fitting latex girdle with eight garters that she lovingly. By this time the sun had set so we were all gathered in the living room to watch TV, Noah and I on the sofa and Nichole in one of the side chairs. We weren’t really watching TV but were casually talking. We were all well past our second beer.“So, are you dating anyone Nicky?” I asked. “Anyone special?”“Not right now. I had a girlfriend back in high school, but they’re hard to come by in this podunk town. Not one goddamn gay bar for 100 miles.” she sighed. “No one at school?” I asked. “Nah..