" "You're fucking her in the ass?" asked the intruder as he ventured nearer for a closer look. "You lucky fucker!" Lucy looked back at her male butt p...ug with a frustrated look on her face. "Where's Linda?" asked Lucy. "Over by the boats on the dock, waiting for you." Lucy's inhibitions were returning. Linda's guy was now stood staring at Lucy, bent over an empty whiskey barrel table with her dress up over her ass and her panties wrapped around one ankle. Her breasts were easing their way out. He knows that he needs to quit again but he also knows that this is not the time. So he sits there in the designated smoking section, off to one side of the parking lot, beside the dumpster. He hopes that he looks thoughtful and composed. He’s not entirely sure why he should care what these people think of him, especially now, but it somehow seems important to him that they see him in a certain manner. They appear in twos and threes. It’s lunch time and they knew he would be here. Ostensibly,. My lab was kind enough to throw me a bash after my two-hour ordeal, which I deeply appreciated. Later that afternoon, Liz and I were walking back to her place (while she was teasing me about sleepwalking through class), chatting about the upcoming weekend, when I asked her to have dinner with me next Friday.An unreadable expression flickered in her eyes before she said that her sister might be visiting next weekend, but that she would enjoy having dinner with me.Interlude--Parting and sweet. (I didn't want to scare him.)At the Salon, Silvia and I poured over those photos and she knew exactlywhat I wanted. And agreed that the June Allyson look was precisely what awoman my age would be adorable in. After shampooing, the scissors wereneeded because June's do was actually shorter than my current hair. Aboutan inch was trimmed off and at once I much more pixieish. I loved it evenwithout the perm.I sat back and let Silvia make me into a woman once again. The perm wasthrilling to a guy.