Ok see you then!! she wrote back. A few seconds later the door slamming sound signified she had signed off. Only about a decade late I kind of chuckl...d to myself. It was time to see how things couldve started out. I didnt want to do anything too differently. Back then, I always wore a t-shirt and shorts, and I wasnt going to suddenly change things. This was going to be an interesting night, but I had to make sure to be my old self, to an extent. A dash of extra cologne, perhaps, but nothing. She was also a,"Poesie," one who actually shared a room with her for their junior yearand who came by her farm once a year when she passed through the Bostonarea. A call to her was rare, but one was always answered.Mist was called that because she was able to sneak into any locked roomthanks to ducts and cracks in the doorframe. She was able to make herbody into her namesake, flowing with the breeze and leaving without everbeing noticed by anyone. She also had the added benefit of being a. I heard his car pull up outside. My clit started tingling. I heard the car door open and shut as he got out. I could feel my pussy begin to get wet. His knock at the door. My hands were shaking slightly as I opened it. He doesnt smile when he comes in, his face is unreadable. I hand him his drink as he looks me over, checking to make sure I obeyed his instructions when I got dressed. I hand him the remote for the new egg. He looks pleased. He nods his head toward the stairway, Upstairs. Now. he. "Privy," Mimi repeated. "Bathroom." "They are locked," Mallory responded. "I think they keep them lockedall winter. Nobody comes to the park much this time of year." "I'll manage," said Mimi, and promptly walked off. Roger and Mallory looked at each other. Then Mallory sat down andRoger spread part of the blanket around her. "Thanks. I've been freezing all night. Did she call you Roger?" "Yeah. I'm... a guy. I turned myself into a female last night. NowI'm stuck." "Oh,".