Her eyes were closed and she had a wide smile on her face, lying in my arms peacefully until the movie finally ended. She looked so sexy now, her hair...frizzled with a little bit of sweat glistening off her forehead and her boobs still exposed for the world to see not to mention the large wet spot over her crotch area. Knowing that we’d have to leave soon, I pulled her shirt up to conceal them before trying to straighten her hair out a bit.“Trying to clean me up?” she laughed finally opening her. One night I was making my trip to the airport when Carol calls me. I answered the incoming call from Carol and started chatting with her. At this time I was the very last bus to the airport and I already knew that I wasn’t going to pick up anyone heading towards the airport. “Hey. What are you doing still up at this hour?” I asked as I looked briefly at my watch determining it was a bit past eleven pm. There was a long pause that seemed it was forever, but most likely no more than a few minutes. ..it seems that you have made a splash in my pool, so to speak. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Sephora asked Harmony. "I have done nothing wrong. We were on our way...," Harmony started. "Silence, Bitch! I'll not have you trying to get my throne! Posing as the queen is considered treason here, which is punishable by death," Sephora snarled. Realizing the danger she was in, Harmony quickly said, "I don't want your throne! I just want to go home!" "Go home, huh. Too bad I don't. Missy Wainwright had allowed Frankie full access to her clothing rackslong before he was secure in his sexuality and gender exploration. She hadbeen encouraging his cross-dressing long before he had met and marriedHelen and she was a doll. Typical New York, with too much hair and toomuch makeup and way too much attitude, she had sold him a lot of clothingbefore he had ventured out of the closet.It was her gala fundraiser for the local Gay, Lesbian, and Transgenderedorganization where Frankie.