“That’s what you get for scaring Elena yesterday. You should see the look on your face. Like I’d actually get naked in front of a stranger. Afte... you told me to call and talk to your friend I did just that. We had already arranged for the outfit idea. And yes he knew about my plan to do this.” said Maxine.From the look Elena had on her face she hadn’t known about Maxine’s plan to trick me. It was kind of interesting watching My friend Ted telling Maxine different positions to try and seeing her. He tugged gently on my hand and we started walking, back towards his apartment. Our shopping date would have to wait another time. We barely got inside before his shirt was off and we were kissing again. Our mouths were open, his tongue stroking, dancing along mine, our breath mingling, toeing off our shoes as we moved deeper into the apartment. I dug my nails into his shoulders, dragging them down his arms, tracing his tattoos, then going back to his back, loving his groan of need. He pulled. The sooner I learned andunderstood what I needed to create the foundation everyone truly felt Ihad to have, the sooner I could return as Rich. Not Ricky, not Angel,but Rich, the true me!I must have stopped undressing myself as I was thinking about thesethings because I felt hands pulling my pantyhose and then my pantiesfurther down my legs. As the pressure was lessened freeing my cunnybesides for the sanitary pad and belt I could feel the pain begin toease. I felt tingling as if I were plugged. By nineteen-twenty-five, well-known artists were showing up nightly; Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dos Passos, Picasso. Isadora Duncan even had an apartment across the street.She was one voracious lady. I didn’t blame her. With a body like that, it would be selfish to NOT share it. The only woman who rivaled Isadora, for sheer volume, was Nancy Cunard. Her daddy owned the shipping line. She must have fucked the entire lost generation, including Gertrude Stein.That era seemed like it was a million.