More than a tinge of sarcasm, “So fucking glad you approve,” but felt good about her response.I saw her looking around the store, peering out the ...ront window onto the crowded downtown street. “So, no pack of adoring fans, just yet?”“Nope, been here an hour. Just what you see.”She ran a finger along her straight nose and replied cannily, “I have an idea. Get another table, wider and with a long table cloth, one that reaches the ground. I’ll be back in a minute.” She tousled her thick hair,. This story contains transgender images and imagery of magic. If you are easily offended, please do not continue. Persons under the age of 18 should not view this material._________________________________________________________Altered Fates: Drop offBy R. C. Conrad Lenny Wornick ran down the deserted alley, clutching a mass of jewelry to his heaving chest. "Stupid old man," he mumbled to himself. "Should have at least had an alarm in that store. Some of this stuff looks like it is worth. Naturally, I went into raptures about the incredible bed. Totally fascinated, Geny asked if I would allow him to see this fantastic bed. When we arrived in my room after dinner, Geny withdrew a bottle of vodka out the shoulder bag he was carrying. With a mischievous smile, he then placed the vodka on the coffee table. On cue, I supplied two glasses, and soon we were again imbibing the transparent liquid.With drinks in hand, the bed inspection got underway. Geny was very impressed, and after. We started to drink and the men were hitting on us hard. We danced alot. I am not sure what came over me, I do not know if it was the music or the drinks or the good looking men but I got really horny. I mean pussy dripping wet kind of horny. Anne and Kay said they were getting that way too. After another thirty minutes these five young good looking married men invited us up to their room to party some more. We all figured that they were married so we were safe. Once in the room we drank more.