" "This is you, Phil?" she said in a questioning tone.There was no way I was able to lie my way out of this, she knew I had nosister, or girl cousins...."Yes." You are cute. How long have you been doing this, dressing as a girl?"I thought I may as well tell the whole truth. "For as long as I canremember."I told her all about how, as a kid, I would wear my mothers clotheswhenever I could; how I always admired the way girls looked when wearingparty dresses and how bad it was not being able to wear. I opened my eyes and gazed into his. My eye-lids were heavy, and didn't want to open. My limbs were tired, my brain was too sleepy to understand why the meadow had suddenly disappeared, and instead I was in our bedroom. I was sleepy. I wanted to go back to bed; it was calling me to it...But Joey was on top of me, his big, hard dick was inside of me, and the irritation I felt for him waking me up was forced out of me, when Joey gently poked in and out of me with his amazing dick. That old heat. Amber and I work the floor. We get commission on everything we sell," I said."That's great! With their prices, you must do well," Karen said."It's not too bad. Better than working as a waitress," Amber said. "We have good hours too. During the week, we get off at six. We only work one Saturday a month and the store is closed on Sunday." So, are you two going with Larry and Greg?" Karen said."Not really. We hang out and date, but we're not exclusive or anything," Amber said."Yeah, but we're not. As far as the detail knew, Connie and I were in the bedroom and had left explicit instructions not to be disturbed. Actually, we were on the Omega I bound for Boston.Our accountant friends Dina, Dan, and David Logsdon insisted on being booked on the same flight they had died on. Connie and I would accompany them on American flight 11. There would be five of us against five of them. I wanted Atta bad.United flight 175 would contain Tina, Jackie, George, Carl, and Kathy. American 77 would be.