I wondered if hewas ogling Grace, or noticing my tight jeans.Grace drove us to the party. I was quiet during the ride, thinking ofwhat people would s...y about my outfit. It was too late to turn back. Iknew that if I told Grace that I didn't want to go through with it - Ididn't want people to see me dressed so effeminately - that I might aswell forget any future that she and I might have. She'd never forgiveme.Grace, for her part, whether she knew what was on my mind or not, leftme alone with. All of the tunes so far were sad and melancholy, and Mel plastered herself on the guy like they had been best friends since childhood.Then two guys who might have been brothers asked mother and me to dance. In a club we probably looked like sisters since my mother is agelessly hot and I might look older than I actually am.The guy who had asked my mother to dance was trying to get her to put her arms around his neck, rather than dance in the classic style. She finally relented but she was not. "Well Jason my husband Tim is away fishing as usual so would you like to come over and have a beer with me?" Tiffany asked. "Why sure Tiffany" I said and I walked over to her yard. "Why dont we go in the kitchen for that beer Jason?" Tiffany asked. "OK" I said and we went into her kitchen and she opened a couple of frosty's and gave me one . . . "So Tiffany how are you doing" I asked trying not to look at her nice melon tits with the nipples poking through her tank top right there in front of. I really needed that. Firstly, my journey from home has been too long. Secondly, havinglittle money, I decided to cook , eat and sleep in my car” I confessed.-“I imagined something like that. I noticed your car was overloaded and, from behind mywindow, I saw you doing what you last said. You can't imagine how much pain I felt for you”.Suddenly her face changed expression. She gave me a strong and quick pat on my hand andsmiled at me.-“Carlo, all that is over for you, starting tonight, starting.