Night time was rarely dark as the aircraft they called “Puff the Magic Dragon” was an air craft loaded with amazingly powerful lighting equipment ...hat could turn Night to day easily. And the sound of mortars exploding and machine guns firing would carry for miles and though firevfights could be happening many miles away it Didn,t sound like it. I was placed on night shift so it seemed something was usually happening during my shift but at least days were normally quieter so we got better sleep. Jen still lay there. Dana comforted her again for awhile, while she sniffled and cried.The phone finally rang. Jen sat up, answering it."Hello?" she asked. "Ryan! Where have you been?... I called you yesterday twice and you never called me back... No, I said you could call late!... Well, please come over now. Now!... We need to talk... Six? Can't you come earlier?... Aright, but please come over... No, I'm not pissed at you!... Aright, bye... " She hung up."He's gonna come over at six," she. Knowing that he was supposed to watch but getting carried away, Tripp reached out to feel the delicate looking fabric. Of course, he had to pull me closer to get a better feel and started rubbing both tits.“No sweetie. This is for your viewing pleasure. Sit back and relax.” Then I turn around. Acting like I couldn’t reach it, I asked him to unzip my skirt. So bewildered he couldn’t speak, forget remember my hands off command, he obliged. I pulled my skirt slowly to the ground exposing a. I remember feeling her pain and being angry too - because as trans women we all understand the fear of being left with no means of support due to other peoples' ignorance. I felt helpless to assist my friend. I wanted to get her outdoors, to have some fresh air, to get a break from the constant pain I could see her in.We made a weekend date to just spend time together. I ditched my usual swimming activities in order to just spend the time with her. We got some coffee at one of her favorite.