Suddenly there was a knocking on the front door. I froze.The knocking came again. I decided to ignore it. If anyone saw me as a tranny, I'd never live...it down.A voice: "I know you're in there. I saw you! I saw you getting dressed!"It was our neightbour, Bob. He was in his 30s and lived in the apartment next door to us. He'd seen me! What could I do?"Open up!" he called. "Or I'll make it worse for you!"I stood there in the hall - a teenage boy dressed to the nines as a hot teenage girl. My cock. We danced during the next song, grinding against one another, and I could feel his rock hard cock against my leg. I decided I just couldn't take it anymore, and slid my hand down to feel it. He was like steel. I couldn't remember a time when he had ever been harder. As we danced, I slid my hand inside the waistband of his jeans to feel his hard prick. I began rubbing the head of his cock and pisshole while my thumb, feeling precum and hearing him moan lowly into my neck. This continued until. I was relieved to get back out on the open highway again. It felt safer.We still saw occasional animals along the road -- packs of dogs, mostly. Deer, the occasional opossum, once even a small brown bear.No people, though. We hadn't seen any cats, either. That seemed strange.I counted backward. It had been four days since I'd left Colorado Springs. Seven days since I'd emerged from Uncle Willard's gold mine. Eight days -- last night had been eight days -- since the night that Death had come to. Surprising it was very good, cooked just how I like my eggs and bacon, she even made toast that was cooked just right. Mmm Nan youre a good cook Had enough practice, cooked most of the meals at home and if I messed up I got whoop and sent to my room after cooking it right for them, I got nothing Well stick with me girl, Im not gonna hit you and if theres food half is yours Thanks We sat there and finished eating and Nancy then moved her plate off to the side and shifted into a crossed ankle.