Couldn't go wrong with a black dress, right? …. Eric's apartment was in a row of distinguished brownstones. She was buzzed in and climbed a long wal...ut staircase to the third floor. The door was already open. She walked into a 1920s library which seemed to have been converted into a den. A densely-patterned rug covered most of the hardwood floor. There wasn't much furniture in the room save for many bookshelves against the walls, standing lamps and a large leather couch. A tall multi-paned. Good enough to make me blush when he kissed my cheeks and said happy birthday.I offered them some drinks and went to keep serving when my aunt called me.“Nat, go with your friends, don’t worry, people can take drinks on their own.” That was my aunt, sometimes she was nice, and sometimes she was the evil, the problem was that she changed as fast that you could never now her mood.I thanked her and went with my friends, each time I saw Alex I blushed, I wasn’t used to talking with boys of my age,. Even if she ever remembered who she was, she'd neverconvince anyone. Especially if we got tapes of her performing at theDrag Club!" Or maybe a couple of those wild porno tapes. You know, the ones thatshow a bunch of busty and well-hung TVs getting it on with each other?I know no amount of treatment will ever make this thing look hung, butshe'd make a good Bottom." Oooo! In some of the B&D things? Wouldn't that be a hoot, seeing thisfeminized ex-husband of mine getting tied up, spanked and. ‘Why don’t you take the rolling pin and crush this toast?’ she asked, taking some butter from the refrigerator. Bethany got the pin and started smashing the bread. ‘Look, Bethany, I think I’m in love with him. He must feel something for me, why else would he keep coming here each night? It couldn’t just be for the free meals, could it?’ Bethany laughed. ‘No, he’d have left as soon as dinner was over. Besides, he keeps bringing you all those gifts. Dinner may be good but it ain’t free. How much.