Of course, it's written from the male point of view. Gah! Why don't some women write this stuff? She's teasing him. She's sexy. She wants it. He can't...take it any longer. He pins her against a wall and she melts. If I was writing this stuff, he'd have to work at it if he wanted in my panties. I mean, he'd have to wine and dine me and convince me that he really loved me.Still, the sex part was pretty hot. I could just imagine the boy licking me all over down there and finally hitting the magic. She did take me out to a very good club once as myself though and I had a great time.I've taken to putting up a map of London in my room. On it I've marked the places I've been out as myself. It's a big city and, as yet, there aren't that many marks but it's something that gives me hope when I see it every day.I had a fairly close call at work when some of the TG fiction sites I visit showed up in the web logs. I hadn't been thinking and just gone to check them for new stuff automatically. One. We find chairs on the lanai and Bobby, their big Afghan hound, comes bounding in from somewhere. No doubt sensing my mood, or pheromones or whatever, he makes a bee-line for me and thrusts his nose under my skirt. “Not right now, big boy” I rebuke him, but his tail droops in disappointment so I don’t push him away and he lays at my feet, nose still under my skirt giving an occasional lick to my panties or thighs. No one seems to mind.Mike produces cool drinks and we chat casually, even. “No, I don’t have much family support. The divorce was unpleasant. And yes, we are lonely. I’m not sure how reconciled I am to it.” She looked over at the two girls. “Emily, Kelly, why don’t you two do Jake’s legs. I’m sure he would appreciate it.”Lizzie gave the sunscreen to Emily and sat back on her chair. She wanted to think about this odd encounter with the boy who knew too much.With much giggling, Emily and Kelly put lotion on their hands and began to spread it on Jake’s legs. They started.