I toldher that maybe she thought I had it in me to make the WNBA, and shefigured she could become my agent and get rich. I didn't even give it athough... when Joyce started offering to pick me up in the morning anddrive me home. She said it would be less stress on my mother, and giveus more freedom for practice. For practice...and for other things.Oh God, I am not proud of this. I am not proud of this at all. But if wedo have a future together, Lars, you need to know. You need to know itall.I. Shapewear . dresses and heels - can never seem to satsify my fantasy of transformation to a woman - what would really put me over would be to entertain horny men and it might go something like the following wishful thoughti like meeting others on line who have the same passion i do for pantyhose - lots of cam cum sessions that were hot but lacking in reality until i met synenergy - although married, he lived fairly close and had a keen interest in gay pantyhose sex which i have been missing -. I wore a tee-shirt and an outer shirt so that I could wear the chain mail home. I could tell that Dad was amused, but he did not tease me about my excitement and anticipation. The maker of the mail shirt was a true craftsman! The shirt fit perfectly, and I was tempted to wear it without the over shirt so that I could show it off. In deference to my father's sensibilities, I did not do that, but it was quite a temptation.As soon as we got home, Dad and I went to the dojo for me to try out my new. I climbed out of the corral. "I'll take the steeldust." The four or five freighters standing around watching me, laughed and the boss said he'd make out the bill of sale. The swamper sidled up to me and said I was going to find myself in the dirt damned sudden. That hoss was a mean one and the company would be glad to get rid of him."I'll bet you four bits I can ride him the length of Main Street and stay on him." I had just enough money from prison to cover the bets made. All the freighters.