Lazlow walked slowly back and forth at the front of the room. He was a tall powerful man, with a mature yet ageless look about him. Dressed in a tradi...ional black academic robe over his conservative suit, he had most of the girl’s eyes fixed to him instantly. “Do any of you boys have sisters?” he asked. Several hands went up in response. “Have you ever wanted to see your sister naked or to fuck her?” No one was willing to answer that. “It’s quite natural that you would want these things. Being. So what did you want to talk about," I said as I sat down on the other end of the couch."I've been thinking about the party. I hope you don't think I do that kind of thing all the time." No, I didn't think that at all."She was looking at me trying to figure something out. I finally took pity on her."Hey, just say it. I won't judge you." It's just hard to trust guys. Every time I have been with a guy he has bragged about what happened." I haven't talked to anyone about ... anything."She blushed.. "That was another good sign from Brendon. Even with being mad abouthaving the stammer again, he was able to take the mickey out of himselfabout it."Being se- serious. I will be ha- ha- happy if I ju- ju- just spend (OK,but maybe "spend") the night ta- ta- talking to a la- la- lady who is aseasy to ta- talk with as you."Jeff thought to himself that could easily be arranged. Jeff was acrossdresser, and he was more than passable when en femme. As Mary ,hecame in second place twice at Miss. His first wife, Joyce, was a drug addict and a whore. She tore him up like you wouldn’t believe. He was my best and only friend. I honestly didn’t know how I could have made it through life without him. I trudged through a year of life in sheer misery.“There I am, a sixty year old man stuck in the body of a fifteen year old. I see Tim at school and I think: ‘I’m a sixty year old man. There’s no way I can relate to a fourteen year old kid. Tim approached me and called me by a nickname that we.