I saw a couple of guys that were close enough to be in the park. But then I dozed off again.Sometime late I was awoken when I hear noise coming from t...e other side of the fence. I listened as the twig snapping and leaf shuffling got closer. I sat up but was not able to make out what it was. a****l or human.Then the noises stopped. I heard a new sound. Sounded like pissing. I then noticed that some of the fence boards were getting wet along the bottom. I was about to yell out "Stop pissing on my. "I need a drive to where I'm going at six... I was wondering if you could drive me?" Emmy asks sweetly, tilting her head. "I won't take that long to get ready. You can come up and wait with me." Uh, sure. Yeah, I can do that." Jason blurts out. Of course he would say yes."Thanks." Emmy smiles. "You're the best." She knows she can play him like a fiddle.They make their way up to the condo. Chris is at work so Emmy lets herself in. Jason looks around as he enters. He assumes it's her parents. " I made a move to go through the door behind the counter, but Daphne said "No dear, you strip here. I've seen it all before, besides, I want to get a good look at Stuart's new slut. I can see you're nervous..." and she flipped the sign on the door to "closed". I noticed she didn't lock it, though.Quickly I stripped off everything except this morning's new girly things, and donned the new blue dress. Daphne helped me with the zip, and I couldn't help noticing that her fingers seemed to linger. .I'm a boy...I'm a boy!"Kind of makes you not want to know much about Pete Townsend's childhood if you ask me. This one's unique. Pretty much everything else I could find was "about" someone else, besides this one, in which the narrator is the victim, and not happy about it. It's really hard for me to even picture them doing this song. Maybe this is why Keith Moon spent the last several years of his life running around in dresses looking like.....well, Keith Moon in a dress.But unlike Dylan, or.