. Don't push me away now..."I was breathing rapidly, my heart pounding in my chest as her words toreat my defences, words I never dreamed I would hear... My eyes misted overand a tear ran freely down my face as I realised that Caroline was beingtotally sincere... I could see in her eyes that she really did want us tomake love, and the lump in my throat stopped my breathing for a moment asit all sank in.My mind was in a vortex of emotion! All my good intentions were washedaway by her singular. In this reading of Magritte's paintings, the closet is figurative andliteral at the same time, symbolizing the transvestite's lifestyle andhis need to hide his penchant for wearing women's clothing from others.The paintings suggest that he has either completed dressing for theevening and has put his things away or that he is taking them out to donhis now-gay apparel ("gay" in the sense of gaiety, not--or notnecessarily--in the sense of homosexuality).By wearing women's clothing, especially. We agreed to meet for drinks at six o’clock in one of the bars inside the casino.I chose to dress in a white jean skirt with a light pink top and sandals. I pulled into the valet station and checked the Land Rover with the attendant, then walked into the casino and headed for the bar where we had agreed to meet. I had been to the Red Rock Casino once before about a year earlier when an old 80s band was playing there. Normally I liked the clubs on or near the strip, but this location had seemed. ?Fuck yeah bitch, god your tight!? She was screaming like a banshee, I couldsee her hands balled into fists as her body jerked forward with every violentthrust of my hips against hers. I pulled hard on her scalp, almost ripping her hair from her head. I twistedher face toward mine as I kept pumping my cock in her pussy. ?This is what you're made for cunt, never forget it!? Tears streaked downher cheeks and fell in large drops on the wooden stage. I was rutting her likea dog, I loved the sound.