With my free hand I reached up and pulled Jerry's face downtoward me. He started to say, "Damn we thought you were....." but Isilenced him by filling...his fat lips with my tongue. After a long tongue battling kiss, I pulled free and looked atLarry. He was smiling at me and said, ".... Having a heart attack."I grinned and asked, "When do we get to the party?" Jimbo laughed in the front seat and said, "We'll be at the myhouse in about five minutes. We've got some more fucking to do,. Clearly this really was a big deal if miss fancy pants could manage to totter from her reception desk all the way to an office that was as big as my flat! Nice arse though. In a skirt that my old Dad would have described as 'a belt' and I would call very satisfactory.John the decorator, that's me. Also willing to fulfil all the expectations of the middle class by being a lusty, lustful, Neanderthal that you wouldn't leave your teenage daughters alone by the house swimming pool with. Said. As it wasn't until a friend of his, when he told him about it, explicitly told him why. 'Just because you're not dressing like a girl' doesn't mean you don't look girlish. It's something you're going to deal with', he was told.Regardless of knowing this new vital information to make things better by correcting people when they refer to him as a girl, he just went along with it. Not simply because it he was really passive about it, but because he enjoyed the attention. His friend that told him. My military coat came down to my calves. The new one was only thigh length. It was also a men’s style, which made it tight over my bust. Even a trip to Manchester produced nothing better. I might have suffered through December, but I chanced across the man who made my lederhosen. We greeted each other, then he asked how the leather shorts had worked out for me. I described my bare picture on the bear rug, which he appreciated. I commented that the lederhosen was not suitable for recent weather..