We sat at a table in the corner of a restaurant. While we werewaiting for our food to be served. Mary turned to me. "Now, Dee," shesaid. We've all not...ced that you've had your hair styled, your eyebrowstrimmed and your nails manicured. There's a tell-tale bump where yourbra is fastened. And," she put her hand on my upper thigh where mysuspender-clasp was, "you're wearing suspenders and stockings. Did youthink we girls wouldn't notice?" I felt myself blushing. Fortunatelythe food arrived so I. Scott was in his 30's with dyed blond hair and a swimmers build. David, also in his 30's had a shaved head. The last one we got to meet wasStewart, Todd and Mark’s boy. Stewart would have been in his early 20's, had a solid wrestlers body, a crew cut of black hair. His eyes were a captivating brown and his arms like tree trunks. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, Clay, after all of what Todd and Mark told me of you and Josh." he said offering his hand to shake. Clay bent over to shake,. Run your handsup and down yourself. Pout those dicksucking lips. Good bitch. Fluffyour hair and dance. Why are you wearing this and who for, slut?" I'm wearing it for you sir because I want you to fuck me and use methe way I deserve for being a sissy. I wear women's clothes because Iam weak. Because I am inferior to real men and don't deserve maleclothes. I wear panties and dresses and high heels and makeup because Iam a sissy. Sir." Stop dancing, queer. Raise that dress. Show daddy those. “It isn’t your fault. You didn’t know anything about his activities ... right?”“No!” she blurted out. “I swear!”“You don’t have to swear,” he said calmly. “I’ll trust your word until you break it.”“Thank you,” she said, impulsively.“You’re welcome.”They drove on in silence, until they reached the police station.“They’re probably going to arrest me,” said Renee, sadly.“I doubt it,” said Bobby.“But I rammed into you,” she said.“I told them I didn’t want to press charges,” he said, as if he had.