But what if he got home when she wasn't in? There would beclothes and food and maybe even money.One night in the first week of November Lucian convinc...d himself that hehad a plan.The idea was simple, really, but to him it came like a revelation: if hecouldn't be a boy, he'd be a girl. Girls had closets full of clothes atNorton's. He could wear his running shoes. He wouldn't have to cut hishair, try to look tough and lower his voice.He knew how to be a woman, didn't he?So at daybreak of the next. Somethingin her expression made me feel sorry for her. I pattedher head.“I’ll go, Helen,” I assured her. “It can’t be more thana mile back there. You stay here.”She smiled at me. The warm smile of our childhood whenwe had just shared a candy bar, or when pushing littledolls around inside a doll house, our hands hadaccidentally bumped.She leaned over and gave me a hug, and I could feel herheart beating through her skin.Out on the road I was wishing I. I felt so messy but he seemed to love it. “You ready to see what’s in your package?” His hot breath hit my ear.“Please give it to me, sir!” I was lost from my mind on a beautiful vacation. He climbed up me on his knees. His cock reached my mouth and he went right in, fucking my head against the floor. “Here it fucking comes!” He had already started filling my throat by the time he announced it. I didn’t need to swallow. It just gushed into me. I could taste it as he pulled out a bit then went. Harold stopped what he was doing, and felt the tightness return to his stomach when she opened the door, and three young men, naked walked out. Each was built well, weight lifters maybe, and all were supporting raging hard ons. "Now for the real show, baby." She said, with a wicked smile."Lisa, I................" You what Harold? You said you wanted me to loosen up, not be so damn conservative when it came to sex. To have some fun, to experience new sensations. To act a little slutty.