Of course, it's really a secret meeting of three sissy cross dressers who love to dress femmie and let go and have slutty girlly hot sex. ... . It was unlocked. She went in and tentatively said, “Hello”No one answered.She tried again, this time louder, “HELLO”A dog barked from deeper in the house, seconds later three massive Great Danes were running after her out the door and they were only stopped after she managed to get over the five and a half foot fence. She collapsed, exhausted. She looked down at her leg where it was throbbing. She saw blood and when she spread her legs there was a long thin line running down the inside of her. Money wasn’t a problem. I didn’t think Donny had any ulterior motive. She was just an old friend who knew me well. “Well, it does sound interesting. Sometime this weekend?” “Friday after work?” Donny grinned. “I’ll come for you around eight-ish?” “Great! Thanks!” I paused. “Um, what should I wear?” “Something sexy. You’ll feel out of place otherwise.” I laughed. “That I can do.” * On Friday, after a quick supper, I spent an eager hour in the back of my closet. The place with all the racey. Denise sadly also knew that they were a harbinger of winter, when the leaves would be gone and the trees bare. The ring of the phone startled her and she looked down at the instrument, debating whether to even answer it. Wearily she picked up the handset and said, ‘Hello.’ ‘Dee? Holy shit, have you seen the paper today? Denise, are you listening to me? Get the damn paper and open it to the Society section, you’re gonna pee in your pants.’ Denise’s sister sounded almost giddy with laughter..